The Palace of Wolves II Nailah and Eirika
Eirika nodded, but all she could really pay attention to was Nailah’s fidgeting. Her throne did not look comfortable in the least.
"Would you not prefer to sit on a pillow?" she asked, until she realized that maybe wolves had no need for pillows. "If you would like to shift back, my lady, please do. I promise that I shall not panic again."
Nailah smiled at the other Queen's suggestion. She remembered asking that very same question to their previous ruler, and how different things were back then.
"No monarch of Hatari should sit easy. Doing so would only betray the hardships of our people," she explained, sounding much like her predecessor, the Old Wolf.
Just then, half a dozen wolf-laguz entered the throne room by the passageway they had taken before. One of them, a large black wolf, transformed into his humanoid form, of a tall man with messy dark hair. "Volug," his Queen greeted him.
Her vassal took a short bow and then spoke. "My Queen, Rafiel has arrived back safely," he stated, looking at Eirika.
"Are you ready, Queen Eirika?" Nailah then asked.














