Attu, Rhoedias, Saqr - she liked to remember their names, because they kept her parents busy and that was annoying. However, what was even more annoying was that Sinclair, too, was always busy learning or just, well, doing whatever. She didn't like that, not really. Even at nearly three years old, her energy production had never really... ceased, it just kept keeping her restless and bored. Maradona had become too smart to fall for her games, and her younger siblings had been taken on some excursion with a wolf of Iromar which left her alone and terribly, terribly bored. Already, she'd scouted the beach and she'd re-dug the den, attempting to relocate her own den closer to the beach front. It hardly kept her occupied for long and instead, she took to doing what she did best: being the Queen!

See, she liked to think that she did a better job at being such a thing - she was faster, quieter, more consistent. Every inch of the border went checked, and every creature of Glorall went monitored - nobody left or entered without her knowing about it. Besides, she had become pretty confident since her spar with Sinclair, and that confidence lead her to believe that she would likely take the throne next. It only made sense, right? Such a thought brought a wicked almost cackle-like sound to her as she chased a rabbit down the borders. Despite her diligence, it was easy enough for her to become distracted, particularly when the white rabbit thought it could escape her daily check.

She dashed forward, weaving and swirling around the rocks that lined the river in a flurry of laughter and growling, gnashing her teeth though she always kept just enough distance between her and her toy. It's not like that wanted to eat the thing, just to... well, scare it. As it hopped over a larger stone, though, she threw her head back and caught a glimpse of... herself? What? She stopped instantly, the rabbit taking the hint and shooting off into the shrubs of Glorall as she stared down the strange creature. The one in front of it was obvious enough - Viora, right? Another pup of Glorall though she'd hardly gotten the chance to play with her. But the creature? He was... black, and red... like her but not like her. She frowned over that.

With a huff, she began to lope forward, intending to block them off at the log so they could not cross. With a bark, she rested her front paws on the wood, staring up at the two of them, bewildered.

"Boy! Who are you?"

She paused, leaning out so that she might meet Magnus' gaze before she looked to Viora, her ears flickering forward. She wanted to smile and wag her tail, but she refrained - she was being Queen after all.

"Do you know him? Why's he look like that? What's he doing?"

The questions poured out, and she wanted the answers to pour out too. Whoever he was, he was in Glorall! Or, well, close enough. She had to make sure he was... cool.