Her brain went a mile a minute, the Wisp was not in the mood for such stupid things as a tie to an unknown male. She inhaled sharply as she smelled him in the air. Her suns flicked in the direction of the male, he was coated in browns and whites. Her fire cracked and hissed loudly on her nape as she sat and waited for him to come closer. Ice blue eyes. He looked similar to the Dane King, perhaps one of his tons of children? She felt anger in her chest, but kept a straight face. It was his kind that had participated in the war, his bloodline. The Fire Princess would not let herself fall into an offering to appease another tie, if this was some sort of sick set up. “Hello there, I am Rambaldi. Who are you?”
A smirk fell on her lips, this was the male attempting to claim the new neighboring pack of her great aunts. "For someone looking to claim a throne so close to my families pack, I thought you'd know of my lineage at least." She said sharply. "I am Princess Ember, daughter of Princess Wisteria and Prince Helius - The Betas of Dawnshire. I am a child of both, Hawthorne and Dawnshire, but also related to Amberbjorne." She spoke, her cockiness not neglecting to show on her lips. "And, just who are you, Rambaldi?" She grinned at him, but not out of happiness - The type of grin a predator had when it saw a juicy, wounded prey animal.
Her head cocked to the side, grinning still as she stayed staring at him. Her fire flicked and crackled all the while in any silence, she wasn't always this off-putting to others. But when it came down to a male she didn't know who spoke so little, she was wary. Her best defense was to deflect the situation, make it uncomfortable. Make herself unreachable. Un-want-able. She lowered her head, the blaze stemmed down to her lower back and rump. She nearly looked like a torch.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"BUT NOW I LIVE FOR SOMETHING MORE!"
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