She is a ballerina dancer, twisting and turning in the air as her game escalates. Despite the gawkiness of puppyhood she is lithe and agile and her body bends and moves in ways that indicate she will be tenfold more when she reaches maturity. It is a game for one, but that is something she is quite fond of. Her brothers are rough and tumble with their biting plays at ferocity, but she hadn’t tumbled with them since she was small. She couldn’t have their stray bites marring her pretty face or her gorgeous, silken fur. And so she danced on.

Until, that is, the hairs on the back of her head stand on end and she feels she is no longer alone. She lands silently on the snow-covered ground, her mahogany gaze sweeping the horizon until she finds him within the shadows, his dark coat lending him aid to blend in there. Her tail wags slightly behind her more than willing to greet a fellow packmate, but as she approaches the wind shifts and she stops dead in her tracks, head tilting to the side in quiet confusion while alarm bells ring inside of her head. He didn’t smell of the mountains, a scent that had been engrained in her from birth and which ran through her veins with ferocity. He was not pack and she had heard mention of any visitors being allowed so deep in the heart of the mountains. Her moon-rimmed eyes narrow, suspicion replacing the welcome that had been there earlier.

Again she moves forward, however this time more slowly and never taking her eyes off this intruder. As she approaches her head and tail are held high, despite the fact that he still towers above her. Her queen mother had taught her how to present herself to those she didn’t know and the young girl had watched her mother greet strangers on many occasions, all of which she put to use here and now. Dominant but poised, welcoming but guarded all at once. Luckily she had practiced all of this before. "I am Kalseru Mountainborn, Princess of Spirane and as such its protector by blood.” Her voice is high and musical, befitting her slender build, but a seriousness lies underneath belied by her age. How often had she practiced that line, imitating her mother who was her idol among other things. She wasn’t sure what she could do if he made an aggressive move against her, but she trusted that more of the pack wouldn’t be too far off during this season.

To most her position would be beyond precarious, a young girl finding a strange loner male along in the woods during winter. It was the thing mothers nightmares were made of no doubt, but she is brazen and headstrong as she is beautiful, Her gaze is steely as she stares him down, ”I am surprised to find someone not of Spirane so deep within her borders, my mother has not mentioned any guests as of late.” Her words are skeptical, but with grace offering him time to give her a good explanation for his presence before she sounded the alarm.