Sunbeam Lair i sang in my chains like the sea

His casual words confirmed her thoughts, the woman of pale fur ignored, for now. Almost the moment the male, Sriracha, finished speaking, soft steps alerted her to another, the scent most certainly her sisters. Though familiar bonds were strong ,rank took precedence, and she humbled herself before the Dragoness. She dipped her head, eyes cast low in respect, and was silent as she spoke. It was no longer her place to interrupt, not know, for this meeting was a diplomatic one between two leaders. 

and thus she was silent, watchful, interested of how this meeting would progress. she doubted this would come to blows, the male seemed amiable, and yet she was not relaxed. Sriracha was a stranger, and it would be foolish to relax her guard completely.