It wasn't long before the lass had sensed another before she spoke. But even though she sensed the other fae; she did catch her off guard. Jumping slightly she looked up to where she saw one of the wolves she had accepted into her own pack. She wagged her tail above her back in a friendly manner. That I am Kirastasia. Her immediate reaction was to drop into a play bow; looking up at Kirastasia, her plume swaying as she watched her laying on moss above the water.

Grey paws connected to pillars bounded over to just before Kirastasia, going into another bow trying to get her to play with her. Is miss Kirastasia just gonna lay there and let her queen play by herself? Milo let out a small laugh, the cheerful wolf was everything that led up to cheerful and sometimes even more. I mean, you have a home, a queen who cares, and a possible rank. she flashed her fangs in a smile, plume still swaying in the air and her body still down in play bow.

The white lass hoped that Kirastasia would take up the offer to play with her in the water. Milo may be an adult, but she acted as if she was a child, a playful, small child.