The noise of shuffling paws in her direction has Caesura looking up from the plant in a guarded manner, her ears turned back and a snarl tempting to curl at her lips. But the visage of the newly crowned king wiped away her aggression and instead saw her lifting her nose to nudge his in turn with an affectionate smile. He had grown into an impressive specimen within this last year of his childhood and now he was matured, in every way possible. Her pitch eyes roved over his enormity as he stood taller than her, that characteristic smirk drawing upon his muzzle in a way that made her skin prickle with excitement.

His voice resonates between the two of them and her heart flutters at the sound, her ears drinking in the richness of it, and a small laugh is breathed at hearing her pet name. She raises her head to test his boundaries and inches closer to him to make an attempt at nestling her nose into the thick fur of his neck before drawing back. ”I would have been the first here if I hadn’t been in Taviora with my mother,” she admits with a tinge of guilt. Had he needed her sooner? She may have missed out on much already by not being present when his victory cry resounded.

”I am ever dutiful from henceforth,” she professes happily and with a coy smile. She finds herself looking over his muscular form again before snapping her eyes back to his own. ”Is there anything… or anyone… you need me to take care of, my liege?” she questions in a near purr as her mind is consumed and intoxicated by his very presence. She would do anything for him, even if it went against her own morals - or what they used to be. The girl had come far from when she had first stumbled into Moladion and was taken in by Coquette. She was no longer that innocent little witch playing with herbs and spells - but perhaps she never truly was.