As much as Crowe didn’t want to talk with Irina first, he knew it was necessary for the pack’s sake, especially if some of the other members had heard of her. As the pack started to clear from the meeting, Crowe called to the dracarae woman. ”Irina, a word?” His eyes landed on the little Aemma as she likely would come along with her adoptive mother. Crowe sat down, his wings tucked behind his back gracefully, before a soft sigh left his maw. ”I want to preface in that I don’t mean to be accusatory in any manner with my coming questions.” He spoke, glancing down at Aemma. Was this really an appropriate conversation for her to hear? His black eyes looked back at Irina. ”Why is it that Amaya is your last choice?” His words were laced with a bit of suspicion, especially since Margaery just claimed some dragon wolves attacked her prior home of Drekistone – why was Irina not with others of her bloodline, then? Crowe had heard whispers about this dragon lass, but never could piece together a full story about her. He had a feeling that having her reside in his lands might lead to some hesitation from other packs in making an alliance, so he needed her to be honest and tell him the truth about her past.

Before Irina could begin, Crowe called out once again, this time to one of his children. ”Cruella!” His dark grey teenage daughter looked over from her den, not far from the meeting center, and trotted over. ”Yes father?” She spoke, her green gaze flecked with his black scanning the group of them. ”Can you take little Aemma here, and give her a tour of Amaya? Perhaps you could show her some of your magic?” The alpha spoke, referencing the monokeros bloodline she received from her mother. Cruella looked down at the unique tribrid girl, smiling softly as she let a little magical energy swirl around the magenta horn that laid on her forehead. ”I’d love to, father. Now Aemma…” She crouched down to be more on par with the shy girl. Aemma somewhat reminded Cruella of herself just a few moons ago – shy, and for different reasons, overwhelmed. Cruella got used to the spirits’ presence by now. ”I know some really cool spots that I think you’d enjoy~” She cooed – hopefully that would break the little lass out of her shy shell. Cruella then stood up, starting to walk away towards a little creek further down the waterfall trail. If Aemma didn’t follow at first, the princess would call out again excitedly, letting her tail wag. ”Come on, Aemma!” If the little lass still did not go, Crowe would have to get those answers in one way or another. But he hoped she’d go explore with his daughter, so that the tense answers he would likely get would not have to be uttered in the presence of an innocent child. Crowe then looked to Irina, waiting for her to explain herself.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."