Machine Made of Flesh

The questions that the other male had were the ones the she had largely expected. Seracia was not the most average of packs, Kamala understood, and many wolves would have questions about how things worked. A friendly smile crossed Kamala's features and she flicked her tail slightly. "I am the . . . ah, Beta, I suppose you would say. I support my father, the King and I can accept wolves at the borders and such, clearly." Kamala nodded slightly, though the rank of 'Beta' wasn't one that she was too familiar with. It was one that another wolf had use to describe her job, however. "It's like a support position, I suppose." She added a moment later, hoping to elaborate a little on what her job was.



His next question, however, was significantly easier. Kamala inclined her head slightly, twitching her ears as she began to speak. "The Kingdom of Seracia relies a lot upon respect. Respect those of higher ranks is imperative. Obey the orders you're given, and you will do fine." Kamala paused, tilting her head slightly. What else would a new wolf need to know? "And don't do anything stupid, honestly. It's a strict pack, but it's a good place to live. We protect our own." Kamala nodded solemnly, glancing at Fenrir. How would he react to this knowledge? Would he say that Seracia wasn't the right place for him and move on? She hoped not, honestly.



Kamala wanted the best for her Kingdom, and Fenrir could surely offer a lot to the place that she had come to call her home.