Maradona stopped short when she came upon the silver wolf. She considered him for a moment, wondering if he was worth talking to. She vaguely knew who he was, Cersei had babbled incessantly about some young wolf within Glorall that apparently was amazing. She wondered for a moment if this was the young one that her blood sister was so enthralled with. She stopped, and he spoke first, a simple phrase that felt awkward upon her shoulders. Princess? Certainly Cersei was a princess. But Maradona? She had never considered herself as such even with her parents alphas and dominant. Maradona certainly carried herself as a princess, her head up and ears pricked, the tail slightly over her haunches was held stiff as she considered him. This was her chance. This was her moment. Befriend the boy that Cersei was in love with? If she was going to be related to this boy through their pups, she might as well know if he was good enough or not. Still, the idea of being called princess didn't exactly sit well. She didn't earn that title. She was given that title by her blood and little else. She would not take her birthright for granted the way that Cersei did. She would quietly earn it until it rested comfortably on her shoulders and crown.

Maradona gave him a small smile and slight shake of her head. "Don't. I'm not like Cersei. Maradona will be fine." Her tail waved just slightly but it was clear that Maradona was not exactly completely comfortable dealing with other packmates. She was not nearly as outgoing as her red sister was, but Maradona was her own brand of friendly. Blue eyes watch him for a reaction, he seemed well enough at ease. "You are the boy that Cersei talks about sometimes, right? Uh....Sin-Sinclair?" She hopes she wasn't horribly offensive and that this was actually the same boy. How awkward would it be if it wasn't?

It was blaringly obvious to her that she would need to improve her inter-wolf skills. She knew a lot because of her silent observations but she was losing her touch when talking to them. She wanted to help her father make smart alliances with the other packs and individuals. She wanted to be able to know everything about an individual before they even knew who she was. It was a large task she had placed in front of herself but one that she was clearly already making steps to accomplish for herself. If she remembered right, then Sinopa was his mother. And that Sinopa was related to Diveen in some manner that Maradona could not quite recall. Then again, all good things would come in time and as of yet, she was not even an adult quite yet. And if she was not all that good with others quite yet, she was patient with herself and would find her groove again.


My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent