Tuktu Weir Wearing a warning sign

She watched the man tense up, but offered no words of comfort and only a devil-like smile to her face as she calmly watched him so. The factor that he was more stiffened and guarded then he was hostile gave no worry to fret, and a more sense of tranquility and calmness to her thoughts. Not to mention she always knew that her guard @Germanicus would appear around the corner in some way if she were to be in trouble, and while at the moment he was not near, he was at the back of Célnes's mind.

She hummed slightly at this location, and was curious. Though most likely she would not visit so, "why did you come here?" Instead the King inquired about his appearance near her own land.

"We are a family pack, mostly of the Déorwine, but alongst others as well, we accept regardless of ties." She dare not to mention the factor of their more racist terms, as he was a man of whites then browns, and would not be accepted. Instead but a smile of assurance he was of no harm, despite being the most unholy to their culture,

"we worship a deity called the High Elk, we care closely to our culture." The less she shared of certain topics, the more well-liked Kingslend could be, and more wells-spread as she so preferred.. To be perfect as her goal.