Machine Made of Flesh

Ears twitching, Kamala examined the wolf curiously. Fenrir. She committed the name to memory with a twitch of her ears, inclining her head slightly in the male's direction. "Pleasure to meet you, Sir. My name is Kamala Tahir-Mathias, and I am the Grand Duchess of the Kingdom of Seracia." She was aware that her name and title were a bit of a mouthful, but most introductions for members of Seracia were.



Pausing for a moment, she examined Fenrir carefully before speaking again. "And what, Sir, do you already know about our pack? What would you like to learn?" Kamala asked curiously, scenting the air lightly. He smelled of another pack; Valhalla, to be precise. It was a scent that she recognized, though it wasn't as familiar as Ludicael's was after the 'games' that they had participated in. Luana in particular had a distinctive scent. Still, it wouldn't do for Kamala to get distracted.



Tail twitching lightly, Kamala settled back on her haunches, "I am willing to answer any questions that you might have about Seracia, Sir." Kamala added almost absently, figuring that she might as well make sure that he knew that she was willing to do whatever he required to make up his mind about her Kingdom and home. She could not shake the resemblance that he held to Valkis, however. It made her miss her brother even more than she had already missed him. He may not have been as easy to get along with as Maverick had been, but he was her brother.



And she should probably pay attention to Fenrir. A slight sigh escaped the female as she refocused her attention on the black and crimson wolf, ears pricking towards him once more.