Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Hearing the woman's confusion about her actions, the tawny female raised her shoulders and her head. Why did she bow when she follows another? She wondered that, but quickly answered. "Merely to show respect." She said, shifting weight from one paw to another. "You inherit the title of Alpha, do you not?" She asked, quirking a brow at the foreign wolf. Would she not like to be showed respect for the powerful position she most likely holds onto? It made Krypton's brain think for a moment before snapping back into reality. Her father was a king, wasn't he? So, that would make her a princess, wouldn't it? it made her slightly confused, most would prefer to be acknowledged with respect.

"Even if I follow another, that does not mean I cannot show respect to a daughter of a king." She reassured her answer, her tail hugging her left hind leg a little, the fur messy. It was only an act of respect, a virtue any wolf in her homeland was forced to understand or they would be ran out, or even in worse cases, they were put to death. She shook her head at the thoughts of home, even though it was strict, her family was loving.

Her ears flicked forward when the wolfess spoke about her father's achievements, how they were only his own and not hers. At first she was confused. She didn't understand what they meant, but she started to sprout ideas. Maybe this she-wolf preferred her own path, her own image rather than standing in the shadow of her father's? Maybe she wanted to be seen as different? Whatever the reason was, Krypton was curious. She couldn't help but ask a final question. "Do you wish to be seen different from your father?" She asked, hopefully not going too deep into personal things.