"A full royal is basically one who was born from one or two royal parents, like say Kildren from the fey world. He's a full royal cause his dad is the king and his mother was not but he's still a  full royal blood prince. Grimmwar is the definition of a blood royal because he worked for his title. Through his service of whatever he did to earned his title." Merry explained while looking down at the wolf.

"Does that mean ANYONE can get a title in the fey world?" The wolf laid on her paws.

"In theory yes. Not everyone wants a title, with power comes frustrations and the like. You get it right? Not everyone wants the responsibility, the frustrations or the sleepless nights dealing with people and problems that NEVER go down. Others gladly do for whatever god forgiving reasons like me and Grimmwar."

Belthia let out a wolf version of a laugh. Shaking her head she pondered the answer she had been given.

"Does that mean that there can be full royal children if a full royal and a blood royal marry each other?"

Nodding Merry nodded and added, "There can also be full royal children if there are two blood royal couples and they have children they the parents wouldn't be full royal but their children would be and it's fine that way."

Humming Belthia tilted her head on her paws. "How do you become ruler in your world?"

"Good question Belthia, but I won't answer that question cause it's a personal question. What makes the king the king is the loyalty he has from his people, children, and allies. Why give out secrets that belong to my world?"

Grimmwar smiled and leaned down to pick up Merry gently.

"Babe I'm bored, you need to pick a wolf, and  maybe we can chill before we go into the wolf planet? How does that sound?"

Pouting Merry looked at her partner in his blue grey eyes.

"I hate your height! I'm short as fuck and you're a giant bastard. I am going to complain to Elizza one of these days. I think she made me tiny just to pay me back for a prank I did on her years ago"

Chuckling Grimmwar nodded.

"Probably but you said it yourself you did this to yourself."

"She did what to herself?" Belthia asked in confusion.

"Her height."

"Grimmwar you bastard you weren't supposed to tell her anything!" Merry slapped Grimmwar's arm hard

"Oops? Too late now babe. Also ow babe"

"What is her true height then? Is Merry taller or shorter than she is right now?"

Laughing loudly while Merry pouted harder in Grimmwar's arm he answered in between gasps.

"Taller way taller, she's actually taller than me by an inch if you can believe it. Legs for days and an attitude that matches."

Belthia nodded in agreement on the attitude part of what he said. Merry did have an attitude  that wasn't for everyone but it suited her. She looked like she loved hard and the way she fought verbally showed that if pushed to the limits she'd fight physically to protect those she cared for.

"So does that mean that her height now is a part time thing?"

"No she's stuck at a 5'1 height till she can get forgiveness from the one she pissed off. Which isn't going to be any time soon."

"Laugh at it now Grimmwar but I'm closer to your balls at this height... go ahead make fun of my height. I DARE you to do it Grimmie."

Flinching Grimmwar basically dropped Merry in a heartbeat and cupped himself in self defense of his balls.

Belthia looked in amusement at the pair and got up on her four paws.

"Well as amusing as this is we really should go meet the other wolves. Like Grim said you have to pick a wolf and they will your partner for eternity so pick well. There's no returning the wolf you pick."

"You make it sound like I'm adopting a puppy from a shelter. I'm not, I'm aware of what will happen when I pick my wolf. They'll be my companion for life. I'm a fey, so that means it's going to be a LONG time to hear all the lectures that I'll be sure to get."

Looking at Grim, Belthia asked in experation, "Does she ALWAYS act this way?"

"Umhm she always has had a mouth like that on her pretty little face."

"HEY, I'm not that short you asshole! I'm just you know cursed at the moment."

"Right cursed. Lets go with that shortie."

Dodging the kick Merry sent Grimmwar's way he continued like nothing.

"She's been a handful but if you get on her good side which I hope I still am in this point she's an amazing being."

"Calm it down lover boy. I'm not the one she needs to impress I'm off limits remember?"

"Yes but she's still my babe. I'm going to brag about her till the end of time if need be."

"God Grimmie I'm going to yack up my food if you don't stop. I'm with Belth on this one. Stop it please."

"Belth?"

"Yeah a nickname I want to be your friend."

"Lets keep walking people. I'll think about it Merry. I'm not a social person."

"That's fair I guess."

Belthia suddenly stopped as they reach the meadow were the rest of the wolves she called family laid around or played with one another.

"Home sweet home no?"