Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

Some did stop by, someone with Rangar's scent upon her.
Nerian recognizing Ragnar's scent heavy upon her, she also recognized the scent the pregnancy, these heathens never ceased to surprise her, how could the royalty allow one of non royal blood breed. She held her tongue it was not her place to question these ... beings.

It bugged her that she was still being surprised by these 'wolfs' soon may haps she'd understand, but perhaps she didn't want to, she had to cleanse her mind somehow and trying to understand them further was not going to her her.

Her steps were even and graceful, as she nearly floated across the ground, stopping to the side of the female and standing still, waiting for the female to acknowledge her, it was not her place to talk to a wolf of higher rank unless spoken to first.