Otter Creek Konk-la-ree

Formalities and grace, it was all the part a Shahzada needed to play and nothing less was expected. Long since the title and empire had fallen into ash and dust but he clung to the nostalgia. With the blood of a Shah in his veins not even the great Ahura could strip him of his noble birth rights. As the angelic ivory pelted stranger would call him by the name of Shahzada he would let a chuckle slip from his inky lips. The tips of his sharpened white fangs peering out of his slender muzzle. "Please, just call me Altair." He mused back to the lady with the smallest tip of his ebony crested skull and a swish of his otherwise aloft tail. "Shahzada is my birth title. In your language it means the son of the Shah-- uh Prince." He begun to explain since she seemed to not understand the Persian lore. Though she was not the first wolf he had met to act different to what he was used to. It seemed as though his whole world had turned upside down ever since Samarkand crumbled and fell apart at the seams.

"It is a honour to meet you Kittiwake Ross." He replied with swift tones and polite words, sincere and honest. She was friendly and very easy going on the eyes, a breath of fresh air for the Persian to stumble upon. It was just as Kittiwake had assumed, he really did want to know who owned this temptress that stood before him. Where he was from the women were owned and kept as wives, maids or servants. Used for tributes and bartering with other packs and kingdoms or married off to deserving suitors. As a child he had always wished for his parents to grant him with the honour of a bethoral, a dream that never became a reality and now both parents were lost to him.

"The wilds?" He stammered in disbelief. Jade eyes widened for a fleeting moment - this could not be true?! "How can this happen? Someone of your value and beauty not be owned by a Shah?" To not have a master was essentially making the woman an outcast or not up to standards. It was a great honour to be a part of a Persian harem and poor Altair thought all packs worked this way - having never actually been to any other pack before in his life. A stoic expression captured his mask as he slid a full step backward taking a full and better view of the ivory she-wolf. "Ah yes..." He muttered under his breath, a voice no louder then a whisper. "An adult but still so young, this must be it." Nodding to himself fainting once more, ears cupping out to the sides of his painted skull.