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The woman seemed disconcerted by her initial mirth, but it did get her to relax a little. That was a plus. Then there came a name, a strange one that sounded similar to the ones of a place she had travelled to in her life, a place she had conquered with the might of her family and it's armies. The wolves there had been formidable opponents, and many had earned the honor of being left alone, while others were taken as prisoners and slaves. She recognized the lilting tongue of which the name originated, that was for sure. Katja. Finnvi. A strong name, for a woman who showed much strength already. The twitch of her ebony striped tail and narrowing of her mercury eyes brought another chuckle out of the giantess, a quiet one that was more amused than anything else. Then an addition to the gunmetal femme's title was announced, prompting an intrigued quirk of the brow from the golden she wolf. A queen, eh? Impressive. This must be a formidable woman then, one who would be savage in battle and merciless. Sigyn found herself liking the stranger even more.

There was a quizzical tilt to the granite pelted wolfess' tiara now, a curious glimmer to her mercury pools. Her lips parted slowly, maw opening to reveal pearl daggers as she slowly posed a query that she seemed unable to finish. No matter. The princess simply stood calmly with her own mildly inquisitive expression and waited for the right words to come to her conversation partner. Then the proper term found the regent, who then finished her question. Well, add observant to the list of things this petite she wolf was. "Some call us that, yes." Her rumbling vocals would reply, a slow nod being added on. Then one brow would be quirked, suddenly curious. "Why do you ask, oh mighty Katja?" She would inquire then, a smirk crawling onto her features. The broad planes of her face shifted in the slightest as she spoke, the grin evident but not overbearing. Her golden plume would give an absent flick at her hocks, and she shook out her thick ruff in response to a droplet of water finally working it's way through the coarse guard hairs. Her cerulean gaze returned quickly thereafter to the dark coated lady's features, awaiting a response.

"Speech"
'thoughts'