So Far Away

Misha would look at the ebony babe, sapphire blue grey orbs glinting softly with a hint of curiosity. Now seemed like the perfect time for a conversation, so Misha opened her maw and spoke. "Do you have a name?" She would ask politely, melodic chord of a voice ringing out softly. Misha didn't smell the scent of a pack on her, but she wasn't sure if she relied on other wolves to do her duties for her. She did seem like a princess, after all. A princess of ebony, one who were to be treated will all due respect, and to get whatever she wanted. That was the type of princess she was, in Misha's eyes.