Grace-lyn clung to Sienna, refusing to let go. "You don't mind, do you sister? That my dad came to your home. It was my idea, I swear on the fox god. I was just too impatient to meet you. You are perfect! Strong, beautiful, terrifying and you talk back to the old fogies on the council of elders! Papa says the tribe could not have picked a better matriarch than you."
Sienna tilted her head, bemused. "Terrifying, hm? That's one way to flatter me."
Chase stepped forward, bowing politely. "Lady Veythar, it's an honor. I hope my visit has not offended you and Grace-lyn isn't overwhelming you."
"She's...like a pup," Sienna said carefully. "It's not necessarily a bad thing." Today, she had met a young woman close to Grace-lyn in age and that girl had been miles different from this one.
Elias leaned close, whispering with a smirk. "Like a cub, is generous. She's a hurricane."
