Oh, he had seen her, how could he not? His daughter was hardly good at hiding things from him, particularly when she seemed so excited. Still, he had let the girls have their time together, just as he had allowed Maradona to assert herself - he expected no less from his daughters, after all. Besides, it was not very often either of them were inclined to spend time with another, particularly Maradona who seemed much like her mother in that regard. He'd need to spend more time with Maradona soon. Perhaps, he thought, he would take her to Diveen or Taviora and allow her time to learn from them, or to merely observe how it was that Alpha's addressed one another. It was an art form, really, and one she would undoubtedly need to learn soon enough. How odd to think the girls were so close to being adults, and how much work he still had to do before he could be satisfied that he had given his family enough.

For now though, he was content to watch the girl of white and fire. She is familiar in a way, or at least the structure of her face and body is. He can say little of her colour, though when had that even been important? In a way, he supposed, they were alike in that regard. Entertaining, though, to watch her so wearily sniff about, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she loitered in the central region of an entire pack. Cersei had allowed her access, though, and in turn Maradona had too and thus, she was already at least somewhat inducted, no? Heirs were just leaders in training, after all. They needed to practice their decision making skills, particularly when it came to other wolves who wished to be a cohabitant.

Concealed at a distance, he lay behind a curtain of tall grass and shrubbery, head rested on his paws as he watched her strut about. She was a young thing but already, her confidence was evident enough. There were few children from the loner lands that moved with such self assurance and he wondered just who she was. It was when she began her game that he decided to find that out, finally rising to his paws and ambling forward. He moved quietly, his tail high and head lowered to her level - he did not waste time with words. Instead, he strolled over and moved to take the bane, grasping it within his teeth before dangling it in front of her. A game of tug-o-war? Why not, right? He'd beat her at the game, and then he'd work out who she was. Even wolves as old as he could enjoy a good game here and there.

With it grasped firmly in his jaws, he continued to dangle it about, allowing it within an inch of her before he pulled back, grinding his teeth on it - he wanted to make her think he was really going to enjoy the stale, bleached thing, after all.
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