She didn't take well to being pulled off her intended target of Tesseract. Viora growled little puppy growls of annoyance as her mother kept her close. She just wanted to play with someone new. Why was that so hard to understand? Viora was unaware that the world did not revolve around her wants and needs, and that not everyone had a huge desire to play as she did. Viora huffed, not really paying attention to the rest of the meeting. Her blue eyes wandered with her ears pulled back in irritation, looking at the ground for bugs to pounce on. No one cares about bugs. She can play with them all she wants, even though they are rather boring compared to wolves. She wants something big to tackle and take on. If anything, she is not intimidated by what she should probably be intimidated by.
She snorts as Tesseract addresses her, wrinkling her nose and finding an offer for play with others tempting. Well? What are we waiting for? Viora stands in high attention, her soft grey ears turning to listen for any sounds of small paws. She was alert and ready to take on whoever they might be. Caligula then goes off, and Engima followers. Viora is not the kind to want to stay behind her mother. Viora dashes forward, hoping to keep behind Caligula. Viora did not understand that she was mute, but Viora also didn't care. Tristan talked way too much when Viora just wanted to play. Caligula wasn't talking Viora's ears off, and that was good enough for her.
Viora was quite skilled at keeping on Caligula's heels. She was built for speed, and despite being in a rather awkward stage, she was already getting a good hold on her body. The brindle-touched girl would yip every now and then, obviously excited to do...well, something. Viora did, however, have a hard time paying attention and staying out of trouble. It was just in her nature.
It was taking a bit too long to get where they were going, for something interesting to happen, and Viora found herself being rather...tempted by an extremity of Caligula. As she followed close behind, her blue eyes were attracted to Caligula's dark tail. Viora did not seem to care that her mother was watching the whole time, nor did she care that Tristan would probably complain. With a tiny growl, she jumped up mid stride, her puppy teeth aiming to chomp down on Cali's tail in a playful manner. It was very likely she would miss, but if she did catch on, her tail would be wagging with joy and she would be growling playful puppy growls. If she does not catch on, Viora will attempt another snap or two, by then she fully expected her Mother to get onto her.