The woman stretched languidly beside the river. She had left her daughter with Kylar, taking some time to relax and be alone. The pack had been quiet since the meeting, perhaps it was all they needed but only time would tell. Much to her dismay, Basilisk had been removed from power, but he didn't deserve anymore chances, and she couldn't appear weak by allowing him to stay. Should he ever been foolish to return, he'd have an unpleasant surprise waiting for him. He still belonged to her, he had no battled for his freedom. Lips curled as she envisioned his blood coating her silvery pelt, the hot liquid sliding down her throat. The sound of rushing water filled her ears, causing the woman to doze lightly. Her body wasn't to bad distorted by her pregnancy, though the pup was large, she hadn't stretched the woman's size like her first litter. Within the month she would be back to normal, perfectly fit and a force to be reckoned with. Tail thumped idly against the ground, a familiar scent swirling in her nose. She didn't rise, didn't even twitch. Neios. It had been to long since she had met privately with the boy. He had grown so large, he towered over her, though he never lifted a paw towards her. He had grown powerful, and was thriving beneath her rule. Idly she wondered how his slave was surviving. At the meeting the pale woman looked unscathed, but perhaps that had changed within recent days? "Quit lurking." She called out just loud enough for him to hear. Eyes wouldn't open until he did so. Sides lifted with each steady breathe, cold air swirling around her. Winter would be upon them soon. Winter brought hardships with the frigid temperatures and lack of prey, already some of the animals had begun to vanish. But they would survive, her pack was not weak. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

"Quit lurking." She would break the silence with a whisper, speaking just loud enough for he alone to hear above the rushing of water. He would move to approach her upon command, his massive leather and spike encased bodice becoming visible as he emerged from the brush line. His frigid amethyst glare would fall upon her form beside the river, and he would come to stand beside her, his protracted limbs bringing him to tower multiple feet over her. Blood crusted lips would wrinkle into a faint sneer, his ebony brows furrowing as he practically spat the words "WHY." with a boisterous grunt. Why would he choose to reveal himself when he could prowl concealed within the darkness of the shadows? Was the queen herself a moron too, or had she forgot the importance of camouflage? He would proceed to peer down at her, waiting for some sort of command to spill from her lips. Why else would she have called him here? Usually she shot him a glance and carried on with her trivial business.

The gentle rustling of brush would announce his arrival, along with the heavy steps of his paws. Why? The question would sound more like a grunt that anything. She would lift her crown, rotating her upper body so that she could better look at him. "Well if you aren't interested then go and I'll find someone else." Coral gaze lifted up towards him, she knew he wouldn't be able to leave with at least asking for what she wanted. The corners of her mouth lifted fractionally. She had plans for him, plans that he would undoubtedly enjoy. The pack was slacking, obviously she had placed too much trust in them. Daegmar and Hati had already been given permission to punish those who failed to pull their weight. But the Queen had plans to add a little extra oomph to that threat. He was the only one that fit the job for perfectly it was ridiculous. He could torture without kill, he could make lives a living hell. Her gaze would leave his, limbs folding to get more comfortable, it was merely an act that she was done with his presence, she knew better, he was more than willing to please her, and she had undoubtedly captured his attention.

The silver queen would rotate her body and peer upward at him before saying "well if you aren't interested then go and I'll find someone else." with a faint twitch of her lips. A sinister expression would curl his own lips, his brows furrowing as she turned her coral gaze away from him and re positioned herself into a more comfortable position. Questions would spill into his quaking mind, each thought overlapping each other as a few moments of silence passed between the two, his piercing gaze never leaving the queen as he stared blankly. Finally he would find his voice, the murmurs in his head falling silent as he grunted "Tell me what you need." His lengthy tail would lash out behind him, the leather encasing his body making a strained noise as he rolled his shoulders forward. Whatever task she had for him he could complete it, there was no need to call in another to do his job. "Speech"

Just as she thought. He was grunt a response, demanding to know what it was she needed. The Queen would push herself up into the sitting position, a sly grin curling her dark features. "A few members seem to think they don't have to answer the call of those appointed over them. For those who fail to show up to meetings, I want you to give them a little reminder of why they should not disobey my." A brow would lifting, hoping that he would understand what she meant. Punishment was about to be implemented heavily upon those who didn't pull their weight. She was tired of having to drag everyone to a meeting or training. So now they would all feel the wrath of her anger. She would send Neios out to dish out punishments to those who failed her. He was perfect for the job, he would enjoy it and punish to the fullest extent without killing.