Having only just found her way home, Satis would meander the borders of the pack in an effort to re-find her place within its walls; mind eager to readjust to the pushing and pulling of life as a Glaciem Overseer? or Heir, rather. It was pitiful almost, that she was so unfamiliar with several of the members, and the fact that one was her new Queen, was even more disappointing. And so, against the convincing of her quieter natures, Satis would outstretch her skull and let free a brief, barking request for her blue sovereign; eager, perhaps, to become her familiar, and her companion.

It was never her intention to go without knowing certain members of Glaciem, and yet several had slipped under the new Queen's radar and had gone unnoticed. It seemed only fitting that perhaps the most important one now summoned her from amidst her den. Sendoa had enjoyed a rather peaceful night, with only one or two bouts of a sour stomach, and so she was almost nimble on her paws as she slithered from her home and into the cool air. A smile creased her features as she did not know the caller, but recognized it as someone whom was familiar to Glaciem. Her stomach had only just begun to distend outward and downward from its normal position, hinting at her pregnancy. She knew in a matter of a few weeks she would be as fat as a sow - and twice as miserable. An ear flickered back in alarm, knowing that her hormones would only continue to mess with the chemistry of her mind. As she neared the caller she would slow her pace, arriving in a regal manner all swathed in blue. ?I don't believe we have formally met,? she would chide, though she knew the woman's face. ?It's a pleasure, Satis.? The woman was perhaps the most interesting wolf she'd ever gazed upon, and she would take more than a moment to admire her beauty before shifting her eyes elsewhere. ?speech,?

The first suggestion of the woman?s arrival would cause black-marked towers to tip forwards, golden gaze slithering between the morning-glare that filtered dusted pines. Eagerly she would search for the queens presence, emerging as a silhouette against an early morning sunrise, before the trees would shield violets and crimsons; Sendoa?s true colouration and stature confirming her identity. The peculiar girl would bend her elbows, chest lowering her to a mildly submissive bow as she acknowledged the Queen within her superiority, ?Aye, it is a pleasure to finally address you, Sendoa,? feminine voice seemed almost aloof, low and mellowed, despite the carefulness she exuded within her mind, ?You are expecting?? she would begin to straighten herself then, unaware if her question was of rude nature; however, the scent was inexcusable.

She would rock onto her haunches, finding that standing for too long often made her dizzy. It wouldn't do well to give a bad first impression upon meeting Satis. Sendoa knew of the fondness Isardis had for the girl. She would dip her head gently as Satis bowed, finding the gesture to be unnecessary, but pleasant nevertheless. Satis would then ask if she were expecting, and a gentle chuckle would exhume from Sendoa's maw. ?I am." An ear would flicker idly, ?Children of Isardis.? It wasn't as if it were a secret who their father was, nor would she ever attempt to hide it. Sendoa was proud that entirely Armada blood sired these children. She would glance down to her stomach, though the size of her womb could not yet have told of her pregnancy. She then deduced that it was her scent, and decided to remember that should she go venturing out beyond Glaciem borders. If her scent was a dead giveaway she would need to be careful. Satis' scent was not entirely of Glaciem, and Sendoa immediately wondered if she'd only just gotten home. ?You haven't been back long, have you?? She would inquire rather curiously, her head tilting to the side just a bit. ?speech,?