Moonspear hazine haze

He had hoped that she would, at least, speak first--but it seems that is not the case. There is, however, a lot of words in her silent gaze, much to read between the lines. He sees her gaze linger over his body, his muscles, his scars. A test, of whether he is adequate enough to protect her family. She will not know it for sure until he has the chance to prove it, but for now--

"We have not yet been acquainted," the prince says gracefully, dipping his head. "Llewellyn. I joined your family's pack two moons ago. In my old home, I was a warrior." There is not much else to say, unless she has questions. . .and she certainly has questions.

Right now, though, Llewellyn is more interested in her. Who is this woman with sea-green eyes? Surely kin to Hydra and her siblings; the matriarch, he thinks. There is a wisdom in her face that suggests seasons of knowledge, having endured times of plenty and times of hardship both. He wants to know her stories, her thoughts, her wishes.