The Exiled Prince

Let me know if I misunderstood Keith holding her gaze. :)

The newcomer was quick to explain his harsh judgement of his former companions, but his explanation melted into the background the minute his eyes met hers. She tolerated it for a grand total of one second before lifting her lip, thrusting her ears forward, and growling a deep warning in her throat. “I suggest you drop your eyes when speaking to me,” she icily reminded him, “I am a queen, and you a mere peasant.” He was a prince, but it wasn't like she knew that.

She was kind enough to listen to him, though she did lift her bitten leg to shake it once or twice throughout his resume. The flesh was twitching again, and it made her even more irritable... But the desire to recruit able wolves overrode her typical crankiness. He was a capable warrior, a capable outrider, and a capable hunter... Which was to say, he was capable of everything. So was she, and so was Sitri, and so was everyone in her opinion, which she thought was rather almighty.

“You are no warrior until we say you are,” she said, gesturing to her chocolate confidante. “We will be the judges of that. Is there anything else you're... More than just capable of?”