Merida
Wondering where you've been all my life, I just started living
She follows him, black-laced paws padding softly in the brittle undergrowth, the bite of autumn’s chill pressing in at all angles. Normally she would have lingered, kept herself away in their den and continue to live her life without going to one of these insane meetings, but her instincts keep her close to Crevan, her bounding strides beside him just long enough to keep up with the fluid stride of the tall wolf. Their coupling has left her dazzled by him (more so than before) and it seems the effects of it has not yet worn off. However there is no delight or silly girlishness that pulls at her features - she still appears to be the cunning little fox that now haunts each shadow and boulder of Sylva, with burning red eyes and a spitfire tongue.
Merida halts beside him, her black-lips curling into a snarl unpleasantly as she gazes at their present company. She could never find the sheer will to be surrounded by such creatures, nor to play their game of diplomacy and war. However, the fox could see how easily Crevan fits into the mold and how he seems to flourish beneath such a purpose, so she keeps her comments to herself. She cannot remember the last time she had come to a meeting such as the one before her. Perhaps in -
Loess.
The name of her old country causes a little snort to escape her slender snout, her head lifting with surprise and curiosity. She had lived there long ago, realizing quickly that she did not quite fit the puzzle piece that the current Queen had wanted her to. As her burning eyes fasten on her new queen (the name is a bitter taste on her tongue), wondering if this one will find her as unworthy as the last. Merida’s lips ripple as the aura of fear threatens to come towards her, revealing sharp teeth as she bristles visibly beside Crevan.
What a strange place this is, she thinks to herself as her eyes flash from the red glow to the large wolf at her side, remaining silent.
Merida is here as a resident, please! She would be terrible at doing anything of value for Sylva.