Ursalo could feel the heat blooming on Jera's cheeks. Some of his snakes felt it too and they began to reach out, searching for the source of warmth so they might bask in it. Jera was pulled away before they could make contact, and Ursalo was left standing there, blinking at the absence of the pretty elf.<br/><br/>Ranuk made a soft sound of relief, glad that Tamlin had removed his servant before things got too heated. If Ranuk had tried there was a good chance of getting bitten and he didnt fancy nursing a snake bite during his nuptials. Ursalo, to his credit, easily accepted the distance and forged on as if he hadn't been practically propositioning Jera in front of a royal audience.<br/><br/>"Ah, forgive my rudeness, I am Ursalo and this is my father, Ranuk," Ursalo said with impeccable manners, gesturing to himself and then the white wolf with a poised hand.<br/><br/>Ranuk, without much else to do, bowed his head to Jera and Tamlin despite already having met the prince. Though he realized this introduction was much better than their first, far more cordial and less rife with political maneuvering.<br/><br/>Ranuk looked at Tamlin, simply looked this time without careful assessment flooding his thoughts. He saw an elf, young and soft about the face, with expressive dark eyes and flickering ears. He reminded Ranuk of a rabbit in the grass, equal parts timid and small.