Ayara was once again off in her own corner of the pack, isolating herself. Laying curled up in her den, she was deep in thought, with eyes closed, but not at the point of sleep. In fact, not even tired. The princess had been sleeping a lot lately, mainly to avoid the fact that she felt awfully low of herself, and that her heart heavy from burden. Her burden? She felt like a failure. It was hard to put it into words, but simply, Ayara knew she was not living up to that princess role she had gained because of Mabbit’s relationship with Themis. That was something that Ayara did not really have a fondness of either…the lass missed her mother, whom she had gained ninety-five percent of her appearance from. Ayara did not know, or at least, did not remember what happened to their mom. Brought out of her thoughts by Themis’s howl, her eyelids flicked open, her china blue eyes flecked with red being revealed.

Quickly standing up onto her white pillars, Ayara knew she had to report to this meeting, despite Ayara’s hidden disdain of Themis. The princess knew she still had to treat Themis with respect, and that’s what she would do, for her father, Mabbit’s sake. Being an adult now…Ayara probably had a role, or at least, Themis probably had a role in mind for Ayara already. Her memory flashed back to when Ayara first met Themis after following her father here. The queen rattled off some roles, of which the pup at the time knew nothing about. But that’s all that had come of the conversation. So much time had passed since, Ayara herself aging from puphood to adulthood. Whilst in her thoughts, Ayara headed directly towards the source of the howl.

When she had arrived, there were already a bunch of wolves there, some new and some that had been here for a while. Ayara was happy to see the pack growing…she had just hoped she could make a friend outside of her family soon. Scanning over the wolves as she slowly walked forward, a majority of their names had left her mind. She truly was bad with names…did that make her a bad princess? A small sigh left her maw and her eyes shifted to the side. The almost clone of her deceased mother went and sat near her father and sister, Valkyrie. ”Hi Themis.” She started, looking to the sky painted queen first. Then she turned to her father and sister and spoke respectively. ”Hi father, hi Valkyrie.” Shortly after her words, Ayara fought back a yawn, it being apparent as her head shifted but also the horns alike to her father’s on her head moving with every minuscule moment.

Actions & Words.