As the stranger woman ate, Celandine began the ever daunting process of licking the cooling blood from her fur. It was the mark of a predator, and yet she hated for the pristine color to be marred by even the lightest soil. Her siblings might have laughed at her, but the youngest Argyris had an image to maintain. Someday she would be queen, and the last thing she needed to worry about was not looking the part. Especially when she had so much stacked against her.
Even as the tawny she-wolf finished the remains, Celandine continued working at her coat. The red was going to stain, she had no doubt, but it wouldn't take long to fade. A prospect she dreaded. Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed it. A single word that set this fae apart from all the others. Heiress. Bright amber eyes shot up, finding Mahle's scrawny form. She hadn't looked the part, nor did she sound it, but what reason did she have to lie? The girl was on the verge of death, and the pale girl was her savior. Desperation of this kind did not breed lies, or at least she could assume. "What brings you here?" Had the girl been running from something? What caused her to abandon her destiny? The girl might have just been another lackluster, wannabe princess, but now she really was intrigued.
Throwing in a quick, "If you don't mind me asking." She awaited hungrily for an answer. Hopefully, it would be one worth hearing.