Thanks to the rustling and noise created by all the barn animals, Orin didn’t notice the puppy peering through the stable door. Eyes focused on the items before her, it wasn’t until he spoke and she jumped a little that she turned around to see the blond child peering inside at her, looking around curiously. Ok, who the heck is that??? She almost spoke the thought, but she was not left wanting, for before she could ask the boy he spoke the answer for her. Twisting around, she shifted her crouched body so she faced him. Her pink tail twitched with greeting, some strands of straw stuck to it.
“Of course,” she made a sweeping motion with her hand, inviting him inside, then stood up and walked toward him. Bending down, she offered her hand for a paw shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my liege.” She grinned when she said this, but wasn’t trying to patronize him in the least.
Prince Haskel, son of King Haskel, her former ruler. She had yet to meet the boy and was disconnected from the tidings of her former pack, but she believed the boy the instant he spoke his name anyway; after all, he very much looked like he could be Vigilante’s son.
After that she stood straight, her movements far more fluid and graceful than they used to be when she lived in the Court herself, and then dropped into a playful yet showy curtsey. “How may I be of service to the son of Vigilane?” She smiled and winked.
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