these people keep to themselves,
Honestly, she'd completely given up and even trying to keep a tab on who ruled what and for how long. Weylin, Sulan, Weylin, Makism, Tarquin - urgh, she had no idea. Well, she did know that Makism had been chewed up by the orca but that's as far as it went. She'd hardly even seen Makism, or Tarquin for that matter, around since they'd come in declaring their rule and now she was being summoned again. By a different voice. Who would've guessed? All sarcasm aside, she figured she best go wish the new found king luck and what have you. Seriously, apparently wolves needed really good luck to keep the throne for more than a season or two.
With the most exasperated sigh she'd ever managed, she finally rose from her den, stretching out her legs and taking all the time in the world. She'd done this before, too, in an effort to not be the first but alas, she had awful luck. Hell, this time she even went through the effort of grooming her fur to be immaculate, shuffling her collection of trinkets around in her den and leaving at a slow, leisurely jog. It was going to be interesting to see who managed to grab the pack this time but honestly, so long as they did not attempt to ban her from her little piece of Litherum - the beach, duh - then she was fine. Whether they threw her in the bottom ranks to rot away, she didn't care. It's not like she had a hard time keeping herself entertained, anyway, as proven by what? The last year or so of keeping herself entertained in a practically ruler-less kingdom? Puh-lease, it was getting old.
Finally she broke through the treeline and into the clearing where she had been summoned - she at first noticed the battered male in the centre, the strangeness of his pelt and the apparent humbleness of his win. Instead of parading about on the tallest damn rock he could find, he just... stood there. Well, that was a nice start, one she acknowledged with a small smile and quirked brow. Then again, his sheer size meant he didn't really need to do anything to stand over her - nice, she liked that in a man. Slowly but surely though she was forced to search the clearing for the others and... oh hell no! First!? Again!
"You've got to be kidding me..."
She practically growled the words to herself as she paced forward, taking her position before the male before falling back onto her haunches in a rather dramatic motion. Honestly, if she were Queen, she'd be making the damn pack arrive punctually ever single time so nobody had to be the awkward first arrival. Why did they think it would ever be a good idea to let her arrive first, anyway? With her brow still raised, she met the apparent king's gaze, her ears flickering forward. Soon enough, though, that expression turned into one more expectant and urgh - no! What was he doing? Suddenly he was moving towards her, forcing her to puff up and stick her chest out a little more in an effort to look, she didn't know - intimidating!? Apparently it didn't work though for soon enough, his gross, wet mouth was over her muzzle. She snorted, hoping to blow some of her own grossness into that damn mouth before he let go, her eyes narrowed as he moved away. Oh hell no - if that was some kind of new rule, she was going to kick somebody's ass.
"Taste good?"
She smirked, totally satisfied with her own humor before resigning to the fact that she should probably get the formalities over and done with after his big spiel. Puppies? Seriously? Actually, she'd have no idea if they did or did not have any. Despite having been somewhat trained to, you know, take her of them and mothers - thanks mum! - she'd pretty much neglected it come spring out of her own, well, laziness. Spring was nice, spring was beautiful and there was no way she wanted to spend that covered in gross baby bits. She already had to spend the rest of the day trying to get somebody else's spit off her, after all.
"d'Mani, daughter of Litherum and your humble steed. To answer your barrage of questions - me, me and oh, me."
She paused for a moment, holding in her own little chuckle as she flicked her head in a rather dashing fashion - here she was, master of all trades of importance.
"Heal, hunt and steal. I can also walk around the borders, I'm quite good at that."
Glorall really did need to come with some kind of warning, didn't it?
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