Sleekwing relaxed his nature, pulling Taika’s own playful personality out of her. Slowly but surely her tongue started to roll from her lips and her tail take up its natural sway. It was strange that her year-long guarded outlook slipped away in the presence of Tithe and Sleekwing. She still did not know what to make of Daenerys, but moved that misgiving away in favor of the company of the males.

As the Alphess spoke both wolves looked over at her with completely different expressions. Taika adopted one of curiosity. Pack wolves and their politics were still foreign to her, a fact that convinced her no matter how long she ‘visited’ she was not suited for such a life. As far as who or who was not allowed to pass over a border was a mystery. Considering the wounds both Tithe and Danny bore, she would have assumed that, no matter the words between them, an intensity would remain. Clearly, she was not completely wrong. Nor was she completely right.

Tithe looked at the woman who had been his leader, his breathing deep and steady. He might not have been an enemy, but he was not looked at with trust from her. In his mind there could be no friendship without it. He would never mean her, or the pack, harm. As he had also stated, the moment she had called for his blood was the moment he had realized she did not trust him. Tithe looked over at Sleekwing though, a high whine wavering unbidden through the air from his vocals, slipping through the shattered cracks of his shields. Still, he tried to recoil and bring himself back, fearful that his friendship could be lost in words and misgivings. Desperately, he tried to protect himself from further hurt.

As naive as she was to the ways of pack wolves, Taika was not ignorant to the thoughts and feelings of her friend. With a smile, she waved her tail and dipped into a playful bow. Masque will be so pleased! I have a sneaking suspicion it will take the three of you to keep her...contained. The pup was wild to say the least. With a wicked grin, she danced up to Tithe, nudged him in the shoulder and pressed her nose gently to his cheek. Would you like to go give her the news? He gave her a playful scowl before bowing his head respectfully to the pack wolves. No other words came from him before he padded stiffly from the mountains. As soon as he was far from sight, he left the breath he seemed to have been holding go, and loped off to find the little masked ball of fur.

Taika, however, stayed behind, the wave of her banner slowing and her flirtatious grin fading to seriousness. As time had shown, just because she often chose to see the lighter side of the world and step into a world of disbelief, did not mean the woman was stupid. He misses you. She stated firmly, possibly in a voice far more grounded than she had used in their entire conversation so far. Chocolate eyes rested lightly on the masked face of Daenerys, the golden cracks in their depth gleaming with her life and fire. She smiled softly. Both of you. But he still hurts. I am sure you do, as well. The woman got to her feet, an interesting array of thoughts turning in her mind. It is a pleasure, to meet you both. And...uh… I am sorry for anything my daughter might get into. Particularly if what you say about Dragonfly’s tail is true. She hesitated to see if they had anything left to say to her. If the pack wolves wanted to continue to converse she would plop back into a comfortable position. Otherwise, she would trot after the long receded figure of her friend, eager to save him from the paws of her unruly child.