He felt driven, on that day, to make something of himself. Perhaps it was his vocabulary was becoming better so while others weren't paying more attention to him, necessarily, they were paying a different kind of attention to him. He felt as though they were speaking to him, rather than just speaking to get a response of some sort. They expected a reply- and now he was capable of conversation. Just like they were. His vocabulary was limited, of course, to things he knew best and understood- things he'd seen and done, the practical things which were useful in an average day. He felt more grown up that @Skoll, as he'd struggled with his speech and more adult than @Morganna simply because of her size. With glimmering pride he sported the role of the eldest Archer Prince like a sash about his fiery shoulders.

He finally began to develop an interest in his packmates, now that he could communicate with them. Rather than being more or less faceless beings who submitted to his mother (and therefore him) they became individuals who needed to be known, so that he could one day command them as his mother did. And he wanted to do it right. So the Prince had adopted a confident stride which was as fluid as the movement of a feather on the breeze, airy and swift. He slowed his gait when he caught the scent of a wolf he did not know. His ears perked and eyes sharpened. This was a stranger.

He followed the scent until he saw her, still somewhat sleepy-eyed, and not particularly doing anything. He came to a halt, one ear turned back and his gaze bright and somewhat fierce, though there was a mildness about his lips which portrayed no demons. "You are new," He said quietly, managing to keep judgement from his tone, though he'd already made certain assumptions, having caught her doing absolutely nothing and looking pretty pleased with herself. "I am Asriel Archer," He said, and allowed that back-turned ear to rotate forward expectantly; it was her turn, now.

At first, the prince was pleased when he was addressed by the female. He would have preferred to see her show a bit more respect for the son of the queen- perhaps if she'd bowed her head or used a tone which was a bit more appropriate when used to address the prince and heir. But he overlooked it for a moment, something he regretted only a second later when she introduced herself and made the observation that he could use some fun, and that he was stiff. He pulled back when she reached out slightly, nose wrinkling a bit and eyes gleaming with indignant fire. She sat up, something which further displeased the pup, whose response came with a curt tone.

"Aren't you supposed to do adult things?" He asked. This was a woman, and women, if they were anything like his mother- which they really ought to be, as she was the prime example for her gender- should be useful at all times. This one was lazing about, and criticizing him for not acting like a puppy. He looked her up and down with a gaze full of scrutiny. There was hunting to be done, the borders needed to be patrolled, scouting to be done. She should have at least been making herself useful, rather than lazing about and waiting for someone- even a pup- to come and tell her to get up off her hind end and do something. He wasn't incredibly surprised, then, that her name was party- it would suit her well if she decided to try and get through life without being serious.[/dohtml]

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