It was rare that Polly would be found resting, usually the young woman would be on the prowl, but she planned to pull Amon away from his pups and chosen dam to spar with the older warrior later in the day to ensure he didn't go soft in his childrearing ways.

That meant however, she'd need to take it easy the rest of the afternoon, unless something else came up that needed her attention.

It was here under the willows that the young woman laid, pretty and poised, eyes scanning the trees in a rather bored manner as her mind ran through the tasks ahead of her. Checking in on training, the borders, her cousin's disappearance with no traces of him actually going anywhere.

She should probably go visit their potential allies too, come to think of it.

Almost as if on cue, she heard the snapping of branches, ears immediately swiveling before her head did, her amber eyes an ice cold glare in that direction until the figure was visible through the mists. Recognization warmed them, her features softening into amusement. You look like you had a fun morning, I was just thinking of you and your sister-wife her tone was light, playful almost.

Polly didn't rise to meet the younger yearling, the pharaoh, staying lounged and relaxed as the boy-king moved to sit beside her. Perhaps she teased back. I was thinking about visiting the two of you soon, see how your pack is faring being so far from home for so long she did have to wonder how Nyra and Jaxxon were coming along with their talks, she'll have to seek them out tonight too.

Add that to her to do list.

I trust my father and Nyra have been pleasant to deal with? She questioned, knowing very well Jaxxon was probably leaving it all to Nyra.

Diplomat

Oh believe me, I know, it's always so complicated keeping everyone happy she seemed almost wistful about it, as if her version of politics wasn't taking what she wanted at the expense of others, using brute force, threatening their loved ones. She was always a woman that got things done even when the nice way failed, but she did try the nice way.

Please, call me Pollux the Hersir offered, a refresher if he forgot her introduction at the first meeting of their packs, standing at last after stretching out her muscular limbs. If we're going to be allies we should be on a first name basis dear, what friends only call each other by their titles? Pollux of course knew nothing about Khaemwaset's culture or people, how it might be rude towards him or not. Did she care either? Not particularly.

He mentioned hunting then, that explained the filth on his pretty form. I wanted to see if the lands were kind to your pack's hunting style, but the lack of blood on your teeth have given me that answer Because even if he had gotten someone else to do his hunting, eating would have bloodied his maw. I wanted to learn of your people, experience your customs, all that fun stuff, I can teach you our ways in exchange Polly's voice was cheerful, her face relaxed even as she spun her magic touch, she wanted to learn so she could Use. It would be good for you, too, to befriend the only princess of Jakten. It was almost funny, that the rest of the daughters were gone. Dead, missing, whatever the circumstances that got rid of her sister and Nyra's girls.