The dam had been left unattended in the heart of Seracia... not that she minded, Crusade had ventured off with the King and she allowed them to get better acquainted. Mahniya would not be a creature that held sway or power in the pack. It would not be in her favor to obtain a high rank, her mind was far to set upon her life as a slave. Crusade spoke with her at length in the eve and when asked Mahniya stated her observations, she was quick, blunt and to the point but Crusade seemed to appreciate her honesty and so Mahniya had not changed her tones.

The King had seemed a touch uneasy with leaving the Glaciem warrior unattended but Crusade had assured him that she would cause no trouble and Mahniya took it as a command. he would start nothing within this pack, in fact she was loathe to leave the temporary den the king had arranged for them. She stayed, solely for the fact that she would be easy to find should the king grow too nervous. Mahniya was not many things, but trustworthy and loyal were two traits unbreakable. She remained where she was, silent and still, watching and waiting.

Her blood colored eyes scanned the empty terrain before her, absorbing in and taking the land to memory. Mahniya had always seen life where others saw dirt and trees, she simply never spoke of it. Free will was something she was not supposed to have obtained and still had trouble grasping now. Her tail gently bat the earth behind her, flickering this way and that. She lay at the mouth of the den, still and silent, waiting for Crusade to return.


Speech!

A soft whine escaped his lips as he wondered through his home, searching for his mate in what he already knew was a wasted effort. She was gone to heaven knows where with his pups. Things were supposed to be different this time. He was supposed to settle down and start a family, but now he found himself alone. He cried out for her feebly, not even sure if she was close enough to hear his desperate cries for his mate. No. She was gone and had left him. Slowly he plodded through the sparse forests and began to search for a new den. He could never return to his haven on the beach. Not while it smelled of Ghost and his future kin. The pups he would most likely never see. He took a deep breath to calm himself and by chance found the scent of an unfamiliar female. There would be time to mourn his loss later, for now he had a duty to uphold as a guardian of Seracia, and without a moment's hesitation burst through the wood after her He approached the femme warily, tail raised ever so slightly and ears folded back. "Identify yourself." He said with a stern purr of his lyrical accented voice. There was a time when a feale such as her would send his tongue lulling out of his mouth and a wide lecherous grin across his face. But not now. Not after her, not after the betrayal he felt. Speech,

Blood colored eyes bore out across the land. She was motionless still. Had been this way for hours. She obeyed orders, took them, accepted them. She was good at loyalty, she was good at commands. It was what she was born to do, she did not question nor grow concerned at the lack of attention to her. She was a slave, worth no ones time... or so it seemed.

her ears swiveled forward, attentive and ready as someone approached her, a scent she did not recognize. A wolf, male by the smell of him. Her tail twitched once and then folded, to rest curled around her haunches. He approached her swiftly, but cautiously. Her legs pushed her body off the dirt, tail sunk between her legs, ears flat against her skull she dipped her head, allowing one leg to extend forward and the other to bend, as she bowed to him in an elegant dip, she remained in this position, accepting he was of a better worth without question.

"Mahniya is my name. I am here accompanying Crusade, ex-Chief of Glaciem, your King has invited us to stay the week. I am here on her behalf." Her voice expressed nothing, no emotion, no change in pitch, she remained bowed before him, awaiting his next command of her.


Speech!