Coming from the south, from the northern mines here in the north the assassin found her self seeking to once more to branch out to create another alliance, hopefully one far better then the last. They were on neutral grounds with Arcanum but no more then that, the silver witch refuse to have a solid alliance at least right away, something would have to be done to make sure they remained as such; Morgana didn't seek war, at least as of yet. Her pack was nothing more then a sorry gathering of mismatched mutts, that didn't know their nose from their tail. A sorry thing she had obtained, but her grip would remain strong, unwilling to let it go. A huff left the women, just as she came upon the boarders of a pack, one she had heard a little about. But that head rose, only to call forth the one who rules here. Simply, all the assassin could do now was wait and see. See who may answer..

Drashiel's head was heavy with the weight of the future.  Roman was pregnant… pregnant with his pups.  He didn't know a dam thing about fatherhood.  Excitement was slowly melting away to worry and dread.  He was going to fuck them up.  He just knew it.  At least there was some relief.  It seemed Satis and Kuvio were back.  While Drashiel wasn't close to either wolf Regium was in desperate need of capable adults to help care for the numerous pups that would be on the way as well as the current ones.    Drashiel made a mental note to start a hunt soon.  The meat would be needed to nourish his Queen in this bitter northern winter. A commanding howl rang out and Drashiel's russet ears flicked forward curiously at the call.  Either it was a wolf of rank or one with an ego that lingered on Regium's borders.  Regardless Drashiel heeded the call and soon came upon a dark colored woman with vibrant violet eyes. "Evening lady.  Can I help you?"   "Speech"