Her father was out with her mother and Zeltzin knew the time they had with their mother, Moth, was precious to them all, especially her father. Heart and Soul the two of them and Zeltzin was honestly a little jealous to how easy their love life had been. Her’s recently had become a much more complicated ordeal. She never had interest in boys, not until this year and it wasn’t even boys, it was boy. She wanted to talk to her mother about it, explain to her the situation that was slowly developing but she wasn’t sure if Lu was really interested or if maybe he found his imprint too. Perhaps her little crush was just that, a crush, and she should indeed focus her interests only upon her own imprint as her own mother now did. But it wasn’t how it always had been with her mother. How did she manage it then?

Her mind wandered to the loner boy again, but maybe he was no longer a loner. She had heard that his father, Iblis, had taken over a pack, something she found very funny and something she hoped to soon explore. She wanted to see if the loner boy was doing well as well as a prince now. She couldn’t help but inwardly giggle at the irony. If he was indeed in the new land of Asteraia she would be sure to tease him about that. The tri-colored girl though had her own ‘royal’ duties to attend too. As much as she wanted to deny the fact she was a princess she still took upon the duties of helping her father when he was busy. With Amoxtli training in Spirane and Dexter who knows where. It seemed he had a little love interest in his own and he often had the scent of Diveen clinging to his pelt. Zeltzin noticed those sort of things being a hunter for Taviora now subtle changes in paths and scents that told her what he had been up too. On that note there was something new in the pack.

Zeltzin was jogging towards it on her white limbs her tail waving lightly out behind her and soon the much larger boy came into sight. The girl wasn’t daunted in the slightest, her brothers were larger than her but that didn’t mean they were tougher than her. She smiled at the wolf looking him over when something occurred to her. Did she know him from somewhere? His scent was slightly familiar to her though not so much that she really could recall who it was. Her head tilted to the side confused.

”Hi I am Zeltzin, do I know you?” She asked fiery eyes staring into his own bright orbs. She never really knew that family, Amoxtli had met the boy she now spoke with once, but that was a long time ago when they were still just a few months old. ”You smell familiar.” She added to make sure that he knew if he was going to attempt to outwit her nose it wasn’t going to happen.