Why was it every time there was a call at the border, she was so far away? It was an annoyance, to be sure, but comes with keeping such a large territory she supposes. By the time she was close enough to hear what was being said, Nyra's words reached her ears.

They were open to alliance negotiations, interesting indeed, considering these strangers seem to have brought their whole pack with them now that she was close enough to see.

The young Hersir slowed her approach until she stood beside Jaxxon, her tail up but carefully lower than her father's and Nyra's, curiosity in her expression as she looked to the man before looking wolf to wolf. Pretty things she'd love to have taken as trophies if there weren't so many others surrounding them, but the warlord princess would play nice.

Especially once she saw the pretty hunk of obsidian, god she'd kill to be able to turn that into a necklace or a pair of earrings. Apologies for my late arrival, Pollux, Hersir and Vakker of Jakten she introduced herself with both titles and a polite nod, her voice sweet. She assumes the two that have done the talking, the pretty ones who she wish she could claim, were the leaders here...though they were so young, perhaps she could befriend these ones too. Oh, magnificent pieces, I haven't seen such a rarity in years she sounded almost wistful, thinking about her old jewelry collection. Polly looked to Jaxxon, then Nyra, question in her eyes. She wanted to be a part of this talk, that was certain, she was close in age to the two leaders sitting before them, and by far the most...diplomatic of the two's children. I for one, would love to see where such beauty comes from, if the negotiations fair well of course As she spoke, she looked back to the gilded pair, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

Was she flirting? Was she talking about the trinkets? Up to interpretation.