Silver crown would lift from her paws as a vaguely familiar voice rang out across her home. She would rise, departing from her quiet place away from her rugrats. Silver limbs would carry her across the plains until she found herself at the border. Coral gaze would seek out a familiar face, a faint smile lifting the corners of her dark lips. Roman. She had not seen the woman in sometime. Approaching, she would stop a few feet from the woman, a look of interest settling on her features. "Roman. Its been awhile." She would greet with what could be considered friendly tones of the monarch. Enough time had passed that she was not entirely certain of where their packs stood with each other. "What brings you so far from home?" Her crown would tip slightly to the left with mild curiosity.
Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of a pack that still clung to her pelt. She was still a Queen without a doubt. Though she also smelled of puppies. She said nothing on the matter, known full well that soon enough the subject would be brought up with the scent of her own pups clinging to her, or if Dahlia decided to come bursting in.
