So I realize that my howling and obnoxious behavior is irritating. I just don't care. That is why I continue, making sure someone hears. If it was me, I would be furious to be woken up, so I can't expect anything else... except that I do. I mean I'm a visitor right? Guests should always be shown preferential treatment. As the echo of my song fades away I press my haunches down with a tired huff, jaws cracking as the stretch as wide as possible. It had been a long walk here and I had been side tracked with helping Halcyon. I didn't regret that. It calmed me to know he had some place warm to sleep and a hot meal in his belly.

From a distance I spy a figure meandering towards me. Meandering is too nice a word. Stomping was more accurate. I can tell he is irritable before I even get a glimpse at his ugly face. Because who could say such a face was handsome?! My eyes widen and I want to recoil from that violent visage but I knew doing so would be to show fear and would be terribly rude.

Shut up and get lost? Immediately my hind legs thrust me up and I bristle at his words, ears pressed back and head rising as I puff out my chest. My tail rises in a dominant posture, unable to stop myself just as I had done with Halcyon over the kill. I had felt embarrassed with him but I doubted I would regret it before Tychon. "Excuse ME?"

Lucky for HIM, another boy arrives, this one with more swagger to his step and considerably more manners. My annoyed eyes slide right past Tychon, who I was about to have a heated exchange with, to let Rhaegal speak. He was a handsome guy, I'd give it to him, and his face was whole. That was definitely a plus. I eye Tychon's muzzle out of the corner of my eyes, trying to hide back a grimace.

My head rises at his next words and my fur smooths back down slowly as I take on a sweet smile, sliding Tychon a snide look. THIS is how a Princess should be talked to. I practically preen beneath his compliment, beaming, my tiredness eased by this exchange. Maybe it is because I just like knowing that the rude kid probably wouldn't take kindly to this. "I'm Aster, Princess of Iromar." Again I give Tychon a pointed look that said, see how you talk to a Princess? Normally I call myself Empress but I feel like Princess might make him eat his words better. "I'm sorry it is late," I lie, not really sorry. "I got caught up helping a friend on my travel here. My mother wishes me to visit each of the packs to train and observe and learn what it means to lead. I have traveled all day from Glorall."