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 | Thorns remained upright and at attention, though her flag began to lower into a less abrasive sign of authority as each of the gathered greeted her in turn and dotted attention. Greyn, the normally reserved male mauled as if a pup and inwardly Mist laughed though outwardly she remained elusive to the actions. She should snap and scold him for his boldness and a smaller section still deemed the thought approving, but she did not. A single ruff given in remark, not a rebuke but a simple reminder of whom she was. She was Silver Mist; Mother to Dark Thunder and others, leader of once grand Mylisica and now and forever alpha of the Tundra If Greyn’s action had not startled her Black Ice’s nearly did. The raven huntress lowering in submission and baring stomach like never before. It was humbling to the silver nymph and Mist alerted her so by a soft wuff and nudge given the ebony stained female. They had both greeted her with admiration and bridled affection, but as the icy fae’ watched she saw the tension that bubbled between the two. She had never known bad blood to exist between the two, even Black Ice’s background had never driven this much dislike from the brute. Concerned and confused at this display Mist shook it off for now and answered the words directed at her. ”Tis good to see you too my friend. You have been missed…both of you have been missed.” Gaze shifting between the two before she continued. “I stumbled upon Ice Baby too and did my nose deceive me or was Kossess here?” Lyrics were spoken as if whispers, almost afraid that if she spoke too loud they’d pop and disappear much like a bubble in the stream. Dubbance: Gender: Moons survived: Home: Position: Companion: Pups: All Grown |