A Call to His Highness

Motif was standing in the background as the scene before then unfolded. There would be talk of ranks and duties, and she also would not miss the glance that befall their sister. She almost laughed, taking every opportunity for teasing rights that she could. Her laugh would not excape her however, expecially when Harmony seemed uncomfortable with and would even say so. Her hackles would rise, even if her expression still held amusement. She was simply prepearing herself to step in if she needed to protect Bass or Harmony ? althrough she doubted this boy would be fool enough to dare take on three strong wolves at once.



Bass would turn on his heel and depart and Motif's tail would gently flick his side as he passed her. She offered no words however and instead stepped up to Harmony's side. ?Come, dear sister, there are far better sights for us to see? she would nudge her sister with her shoulder indicating that they too should turn and leave. She could not help herself however, to one last look over her shoulder and a wink to the poor newcommer before turning her head away once more.

"Speech"