It was mesmerizing though the golden king's rays could not penetrate the dense suspended liquid that pale child would not help but look around in wonder. An eternal beauty, a treasure trove that one such as her could never dream of. The royal court would have spilled blood to acquire such a sight but for now it was all hers, she could never imagine them sending another so far from their kingdom. Pale hetrochromic eyes seemed to widen with an almost innocence as she wiggled her way through the dense mist, watching as the low lying fog danced around her paws as if to ask her to dance. A sign escaped her thin lips as she watched her coloration blend so well with the handing crystals, another reminder of how perfect she was for servitude. She was the product of perfect beading, a child that could blend into the background when she was no longer needed and yet she did not let that thought drag her down. Instead she gazed at the bright canvas before her, looking at the petals of crimson and leaves that matched a canary's breast. She could name them all, every floral creature matching them with their meaning and how they could be interpenetrated. Leisurely she lowered her ebony nostrils to the grouping of flowers that were close knit with their petals, their hues ranged from a deep magenta to the purest of ivory. The Persian Ranunculus. It was a flower she always loved though she found their lack of smell to always disappoint her, she could fill her home with them and not once would she catch a scent or fragrance that might entice a butterfly to fall on their petals.  "Pourquoi ne pas vous sentez, ma douce?" her thick accent rolled of her lips as if the flower could give her the answer she seeked, she always wondered if they could hear her.

-::-

Regulus was on a mission this afternoon. Kavdaya and Zuriel were low on some herbs. They’d given him a detailed description of the plants they needed, along with their scents, and how to collect them, so now here he was, trotting lightly out into the Moor, a piece of deer hide draped over his shoulders; he’d be putting what he found in the hide. He was in search of Mallow roots, Blue Flag, Water Mint, and Heather. His siblings were going to be teething, so the Mallow roots would be helpful for them. The Heather was good for chronic coughs. He knew there were other uses for both of those plants, but since he was more of a fighter, he was more familiar with the plants that would clean and heal his wounds and soothe the pain. Blue flag had something to do with pregnancy… Stopping it? He wracked his brain, trying to remember what Kavdaya had said about the Iris plants. Good for bruises… Ah, yes, now he remembered. Pregnant wolves should never gather or handle the plant; it could cause a miscarriage… So in a way he supposed it could be used to terminate an unwanted pregnancy… But who wouldn’t want pups? That was an absolute puzzle to the massive crimson behemoth. A thread of further memory drifted up; pregnancy isn’t for everyone, because some females are too weak internally to survive labor, or hold on to a pregnancy. A soft hum rumbled in his chest, but he set aside the thoughts as he spotted a stand of water mint. Ten minutes later, after much careful nipping of stems and bundling them carefully in the hide, he was padding near silently through the mists when he heard a feminine voice. His ears perked and he stopped, listening. It wasn’t in a language he recognized, and his head tilted slightly, one ear pulling back slightly. Finally, he slipped forward, fathomless sapphires alert for the figure the voice had come from. His nose caught the scent of the female, and as she came into sight, he stopped, taking her in, his jaws still gently holding the bundle of hide and mint. She was a soft, uniform grey and, like most of the females he ran across, she was tiny. By her scent, she was younger than he was, and… the hazy feeling caught him momentarily by surprise, and he quickly blew the scent from his nose before the smell of her heat could affect him too much. He cleared his throat and circled around the female, finding a spot upwind of her and setting his bundle down at his large paws. From here, he could see her eyes; heterochromatic, the left a soft silver, the right a smoky amethyst in color. She was pretty, dainty. And she had no pack. So he gave her a genuinely warm, welcoming smile as he greeted her, rich baritone voice friendly. “Hello, miss.” Maybe she could help him sniff out the plants his sister and cousin needed for their stocks. “My name is Regulus Adravendi. I’m the alpha of the pack called Celestial; just west of here. Are you new to the continent?” It occurred to him, rather belatedly, that maybe she didn’t know the common tongue. However, his body did just as much speaking as his voice; posture friendly, proud but in a modest way. Overall, the unspoken message was 'Nice to meet you, I'm a friend.'.