just give me a sign

I can feel you falling away; no longer the lost, no longer the same
and I can see you starting to break; I'll keep you alive if you show me the way

Just because she did not see his skin turn beneath his fur Shiloh knew the effect she has caused upon poor Amoxitli through the other various deviations of expressions; the minute movements of the muscles and tensions that hide under other facades. So her smile grows as she looks upon him. Just as she figured he answered her question of his desires with a fierce shake of his head. It was just as well. He was perhaps a bit too shy for such kingly duties, not that it made him any less appealing to the gold-muzzled girl. Not everyone aspired to such great ambitions; ruling was probably not something everyone was cut out to do anyways. She'd be quite.. nervous of all the attention should she be a ruler due to her disability. It was a sore issue. And issue none had never really questioned but therein lay her fear that it might eventually happened. Hadn't she questioned how Haziel could walk with blind eyes? They might think she was not fit for anything with her mangled paw.

It was probably time to stop teasing him so much. Just because he was shy and easy to ruffle didn't mean that he didn't have a temper. She did not wish to anger him. Quite the opposite in fact. She meant to entice him, to draw him in, a strange feeling that fluttered in her chest. How weird it was. Pondering it for a moment she wonders if it is because of how young she is (although she is an adult!) since everyone seemed to consider her a pup still. It was one of the many growing pains. Despite her size and the broadness of her chest and the suitable air she kept it seemed many simply looked at her with knowing smiles; smiles that said ah, look at the child! It irked her to no end.

If only she knew that he was feeling put out by her choice of words then Shiloh would have fast assuaged him of any sense of difference that he was having. Just because he did not seem 'princely' - in the ideal way anyways - did not mean he could not become that way. It took lots of time and practice for anything. Shiloh knew that by her extensive hours secluded in the hills of Diveen stalking her favorite birds; they enjoyed the game just as much as she. It was a bond that she hoped would follow her here. Her little blackbirds would be a welcome sight.

"Good!" She chirped with another grin, bright eyes twinkling. Yes. It was certainly time to stop pushing his buttons. Shiloh had a weird sense of empathy - she could almost make herself understand how another felt. It was sometimes hit or miss though as every being was different personality wise and the endless responses to everything were hard to sort through. But with age comes realization that body language can give so much away. She tipped her head to the side slightly as he attempted to agree with her. At least he said so, maybe it was just a way to get her to shut up. "I am not very close to my family. I don't really know most of them."

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, as if admitting it so blatantly made her look bad. Like she didn't care about her family. Didn't love them. But how could she love someone she has never met? She loved her parents, that much was true, and felt an irritated affection for Calliel. Haziel she liked most of all for he was different like her. Guardian, her cousin, was a wonderful boy who she looked up to simply for his kindness, and Forfax was so remote she did not even think about him most of the time. And the others.. she didn't know. Her ears fell back and her eyes flicked away from him before she shook it off and smiled at his muttered response to her jest.

She fell into step beside of him. "Just Shiloh," she replied to Amoxitli with a flashing grin. "Here in Taviora I'm not a princess anymore. I'm just Shiloh." Her voice is musing, as if the idea is foreign to her and yet acceptable all the same. Here she could make a name for herself. She could become a leader in her own right. It made her steps firmer, her body taller. "So I do like it. Very much. And all the wolves I've met here too. Do you like it very much here, Amo? You don't dream of going somewhere away from your family to make a name for yourself? Do you have a big family?" Stop talking. She shut up quickly; before she was jesting too much and now she was asking too many questions too fast. She was overly chatty, a first with Shiloh, but for some reason Amo seemed to draw her into that state.