It was amazing.
Wow. What an impressive sight to see. One female, dragging a young bulk. Strange, but wonderfully so; curiosity burned within the girl. Who exactly were these wolves? Her eyes grew wider and her tail wagged incessantly. This was so exciting, standing at the borders of some foreign place, getting greeted by strangers!
Ichika no Ho-en. Sucking in a breath of air, the mutt quickly committed the name to memory. It was so beautiful, so delicate, so perfect. Oh, this had to be her perfect home, what with such a cool name! And High Shepard? That was a prestigious title, or had to be at least; Viola admittedly didn't know much about the traditional hierarchy of a pack. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" She replied so fast, she nearly tripped over her words.
Ah, but where were her manners? Viola knew better. Her mother had taught her that there were rules to be followed when meeting those who ranked high (and with "high" in her title, that trait had to apply to the female before them). Curling her tail under her legs and striking a docile position that came strangely naturally to her, she spoke again softer.
"Hi." Her voice trembled a little, not out of fear, but out of the excitement that still bubbled strongly within herself. "I'm Viola Linard, and this is my wonderful sister, Chara."
Turning her gaze towards her sister, the pink eyed mutt did her best to make her cheerful vehemence clear to her sister. You know, as if her not so subtle trepidation and her convulsing tail weren't obvious enough, a good intense stare would do it (read: overkill.)
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