The ess couldn't helo but think of what had happened in her fainting spell. But her mind was clear of it when Kershov had spoken, obviously striking a nerve with her joking. Insulting was never my intention your highness, it was merely a joke. and it was, Milo wasn't the one to intentionally insult others with her words. She was lighthearted and tried to joke with them all. When he stood, she got to her grey paws, focusing on standing and when she'd done that moving to stand near Kershov. I do not yet know what my pack looks like, but now that I know you run a great pack, I want to offer you an alliance, between Uyaraut and Wudubearo. And maybe a friendship between you and I she spoke excitedly about the alliance and then about the friendship. Sure he didn't have to accept either but that didn't mean that she couldn't be excited about it.

The first brute appeared, who Milo dipped her cranium to. Listening to him mention the weather, offering a toothy grin. Milo was back to her playful self, dwelling deeper and deeper into the child like mindset of her personality, blocking out all remnants of her past, the ones that had been dug up during her time that she had fainted. Right now she had no one to trust that in so she turned to forgetting it rather than to face it. The next to come up was a kalak, but when she spoke it was nothing but sarcasm and sass. A chuckle escaping her maw as her plume swayed behind her. The other femme fatal called her a stray, to which technically she was a stray here. She was much different than the three so far and she did smell different, she had a different pack scent on her. Her plume wagged nonetheless, tongue lolling from her maw as she panted happily.