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Ichika was left behind her, seemingly abrupt after the debacle that was meant to be an enlightening meeting. What transpired was still fresh on her mind and heavily weighed down her steps when she wished only to sprint into the comforting arms of familiar body. She felt terrible for her actions, but not regretful. Cold and certain, a part of her had surfaced that was left dormant expect when locked within a spar or battle; relentless and sure, lead by the very instincts she relied upon to rule her. She only expressed disappointment that too few walked around the same line. However she had faith her kindred spirit would understand. A fellow warrior and lead would look upon her actions as fitting and just and now shun her as her cared for comrades had. If anyone would understand…it would be him.
And she was glad for his audience, his comfort, his welcome into the keep he secured alongside his warrior brethren. Endlessly grateful, but humble she remained as she entered his stronghold and for a time, made herself a part of the Cavalieri fold. Until introduced as such, no part of her demeanor gave way to her standing within the Northern pack. She kept both head and tail at a height of humility wanting only to be observed as a common guest and engage with the members as so. But when the accented baritone rang out within the interior of the human structure (still the woman quivered uncomfortably the longer she stood within it) with her rank on her tongue, her body adjusted accordingly. Both head and tailed ascended with her father’s rank proudly as she stood before the whole of Cavalieri not just as Ichika’s lead but as a proxy to her own family, to stand in the place her father still help with considerable pride and purpose.
“It is a pleasure to meet you all,” she replied kindly, offering each member a smile in turn before her eyes settled on the familiar yellow hide of her prior student. His good nature was quite contagious and birthed a large smile on the woman’s golden lips. And when he spoke, she giggled at his accent finding it as always humorous for her ears to behold. But when joined by a young female, her smile lessened just a little but only in respect for her show of gratitude. “It was my pleasure,” she dipped her head. “Any mentor would wish for a student like him, so willing to learn with a strong motivation. And I will keep your offer in mind, thank you.”
As the young female turned to speak with Jazper, her eye also turned to the large male as well, silently appraising his stature as her conversed with his packmates. They carried on with such ease and she could hear in their voices the trust and adoration that had placed in him. A was a moment in time one could want for themselves, what some would strive to have. Quietly the Nomad wondered if she too would experience this engagement with her packmates as she once had. Would they be willing to look at her not only as a friend, but as a leader? Or were the two destined to be a part until the isolation inevitably drove her away…?