She's Painted In White But Has Blood Red Intentions.

the ivory Queen rolled over over onto her side, large, pale bodice easily hidden within the tall, sundried grasses from the sun. She was the perfect hunter for this environment, creme hued ivory pelt blending in easily with her surroundings. So it wasn't much of a shock to be lying here in solitude, the lone company not hard to find out here.

Yet, she wasn't looking to be alone. In fact, she had been searching for Bass, Azat of Abaven. Yet, the grass was so plush and comfortable that the ivory Queen decided to rest for a bit. Yet, she had awoken herself up and picked her pale bodice up and howled into the night, calling for Bass Destruction.

The call that rang out for him was not one that he really wanted to answer. Pulling himself from in his comfortable den he let out a sigh, making his way towards the wolf that called him. He wasn't too sure on this woman's want with Abaven, she had yet to do much with them. When she returned to their lands, she smelled more like the lands on the outside than inside the pack. Why join a pack if she was going to spend more time outside of it? But no matter, she was calling for him and he would come, even if he didn't feel like it. Twas the life of an alpha. It was easy to follow her scent, and before long he could see her among the tall grass. "Yes?" He asked, raising a brow in question. She would have always come to his den, although he was quite curious as to why she called him here on this night.

"Bass," she would say in a soft tone, the single lyric calling out to him softly in the night. The ivory Queen would dip her pale crown in a respectful manner, then lift her head and open her ebony lips to speak. "Bass, I apologize for calling upon your presence so late into the evening. But I have called upon you, my King, for a discussion of ranks. I know I haven't been in pack life as much as I should be, and I apologize again for that. I think I would.. Thrive in a different pack, one that could be more focused on different things. I have nothing against you or your pack, in fact, I envy you, Bass Destruction.. I just think it is time for me to move on." She would take a deep breath from her words, and she spoke the absolute truth. She had remembered Sinister, one that had even called her daughter. She belonged with Sinister, her mother. Not in some pack at the low ranking of only a warrior. Anzhelika would turn her attention back to the Azat, gold and amethyst audits watching him as she awaited his reply patiently.