Good First Impressions

Walk | Talk | Think

Home. It was not a term that she had ever anticipated hearing so soon after finding herself in this new, intriguing land. It had been in the forefront of her mind, something that she was constantly striving for, but she had expected her trials and travels to take her far and wide before being able to settle comfortably somewhere that she found suitable for her needs. Who would have guessed that she might stumble upon it so soon? The smile upon her lips was genuinely happy, her heart soaring knowing now that she was a part of this wonderful little haven known as Seracia. She would do just fine here. Somehow, she knew Prince Maverick was right in welcoming her as he had.

He surprised her by answering her inquiry in the negative, admitting that nothing so pressing awaited him that he needed to leave her quickly. Tahlia's golden eyes blinked surprisingly at this news, though she made no comment about it. Her thoughts, however, were curious. No duties that needed to be done? Either the pack was truly efficient or their members were given a lot of slack to do with as they pleased. Or perhaps the young prince is merely ahead of the game. He did seem well schooled in his manners and conduct, a well rounded youth well on his way to becoming a properly adapted king. Maybe it was his own advancement in his studies that enabled him this free time.

Questions. Oh, did she have questions. Where were the prime locations that the pack members could be found? How mild or severe was the weather usually in these parts? What was the rest of the royal family like? Were there any particular customs or habits of the pack that she should be aware of? What sort of things might she do to help the pack and become an asset among them? Each important in its own right, but none of them so important that she felt inclined to bombard Maverick with any of them. Although, one did pass through her mind that seemed relatively important. "Hm. I do have one, I think," she stated thoughtfully, pausing a moment before turning to look at the Seracian Prince curiously. "Is there a particular place that the pack has chosen to den at?" the russet and black wolf asked, figuring that if she was to make herself at home here then finding decent sleeping quarters would have been a good start.