Qeya River some people survive chaos

Amalia noticed the youth take another look around. Did she make him nervous? She backed off a little more, anxious that she would upset him. Which wasn't her intention at all. She had known that there were pups, but their names had not been shared, nor their numbers. At least not that she could recall. 

He stared at her with affront and she realized, perhaps she shouldn't have asked his name. After all here among this pack, he was nothing short of royalty. And as many youths it gave him a sense of self-importance that adults were not privy too. Oh the frivolities of youth. 

He did however, offer his name, and her tail rat tatted against the ground. "Oh you are Kivaluk, so I suppose I should bow? After all you are a prince."

Amalia gave an exaggerated bow and a softly murmured. Good evening Prince."