I just can't wait to be king!

Mr Blue laughed easily, a catchy trait that had her grinning up at him with just as much enthusiasm. There was no doubt in her mind that the pair word get along fantasticly, and he seemed about her age too. "Perfect" she said happily, as he agreed to the new nickname. Tib could work occasionally but she could imagine mostly calling him Mr Blue, it suited him and added a bit of flair, and it was unique to him and her, as was right to wolves on their way to becoming best friends. She probably aught to find out more about him before she labeled him so, but to her it didn't matter. His past, lineage or pack meant nothing to it all centered on the personality and how he reacted to her bright nature and so far everything was going perfectly.

He would start to speak, addressing her by name as he explained why he was out here. She tilted her head and listened with ease. She couldn't help but laugh at his explanation that as a girl she might have a better idea. After all, it might even be true - every new wolf she saw she immediately decided which feather would suit them best. "I'd happily help you. Perhaps you could explain a little about her nature and her colouration so I can better find something?" She asked, falling easily to the task ands she thought at presents best friends might give each other. She though immediately and inevitably of Arcus, who had received his feather with much joy and and gratification, of the storm he had shared with her in return. Without even realizing she had pulled herself off her hunches and started walking, a slow and absent minded pace that the larger wolf could have matched in his sleep and she worked through options in her mind.