Her beautiful red fur would grace the lands as she silently wandered the pack lands. She had talked to few and made friends with even less. She wasn't one to talk to come up and talk to someone, mostly because of her lustful drug. It beckoned her at any chance possible, though it was being held at bay by her more than willing King. She purred pleasantly at the though of his warmth upon her back. Glaciem had turned out to be a perfect place to call her home. She slowed her quick pace as she found a pleasant place to rest her tired feet. She spent most of her days wandering the borders of their home, not intending upon greeting anymore but more to keep the scent. It kept her busy when Isardis was unable. She lowered her head to check the roots she wished to make her bed. Soft paws placed her gently to the ground, a sigh of contentment leaving her pretty red muzzle. She was enjoying her simple life. talking to you

New females. He could smell them all over the place. Seemed like every other day there were new females joining the ranks. Did his father know what he was getting into? Surely he had to have some kind of limit on the amount of women that he would be admitting into the pack? They didn't have nearly enough warriors to protect all of the women. If he was going to continue recruiting women, then he would have to be recruiting soldiers as well because at this rate, he was screwing them over more than he could imagine. But the Knight would not say anything. He would keep his jaws shut and wait for his father to realize what he was doing all on his own. He would. Eventually. Or so he hoped. He had heard of a new woman who his father had begun taking a specific liking too and Taurig was curious about her. Clearly his father liked all the women that were in his pack, but this one woman he seemed to like more than the others. So the young Knight had set out in search of her, using the lingering scent she left behind to track her. And it didn't take him long to find her; Glaciem wasn't that big of a place. Powerful stilts carried the blue-grey knight through the territory, velvety nostrils quivering as he tracked the woman's scent. Icy gaze came across an unfamiliar russet figure curled up against a bed of roots. He moved through the shadows, stopping some distance away from the red woman. He could see why his father would take a liking to this woman. She had an exotic coat, one that he had never seen before. The young knight remained in the shadows, quietly watching the red woman, unsure if he would approach her or not. Talk like this

Her oceanic gaze would be hidden with pale eyelids, a look of comfort dancing on her lips. The memories of the silver King would linger menacingly within her thoughts, partially causing her distress as her symptoms of withdrawal would flare up. She had only but just seen him, so she let her thoughts settle. She was becoming addicted to not only the act, but him as well. Would it be in her best interest to crave such a prize? She smiled meekly at his the thoughts, but became aware of something else. Another presence perhaps? She could only just feel the tingle of prickling fur, the feeling of eyes upon her made the thoughts disappear. Who was watching her? Hello...? She would call softly. She was not in the least alarmed, the pack was quite well protected and she anticipated no danger finding its way to her perch. Wide cerulean eyes would search the land around her, hoping to spot the white form of Isardis. talking to you

She would feel his presence nearby, ears flickering this way and that way, trying to locate his position. Hello...? Came her soft call, her oceanic gaze darting this way and that way searching for his figure. Taurig stepped forward, padding until he was well out of the foliage and in plain sight, a bow of greeting being presented to the red woman. Afternoon ma'am. Didn't mean to intrude. Was simply observing. The name is Taurig, son of Isardis. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. He smiled faintly at the russet dame, trying to make himself appear more friendly than he hoped he already did. It had looked like she had been expecting someone. But who? OOC: short post is sad ;-; Talk like this

It didn't take him long to show himself, and she would not let him see the slight disappointment in her eye. A smile instead would grace her lips, one of pleasant surprise. She had not the pleasure of meeting this young lad, and she was absolutely sure she had not seen him in the meeting Isardis first called. Her brows would slide upward in curiosity, " Afternoon ma'am. Didn't mean to intrude. Was simply observing. The name is Taurig, son of Isardis. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. " She thought he was rather dashing. Of course her was one of the King's offspring. She would not leave her place of resting, but would dip her head in greeting, Pleasure, indeed. She would purr, Levada Lillith Lovelle, Brood to the King Isardis. Enjoying what you see? What an odd activity to be enjoying for one with such a stature as his. talking to you

He would not see the disappointment in her sea colored eyes, but instead the smile that would twist her pale lips, seemingly approving of what she was seeing. Clearly she had to be an older member of Glaciem, given by the potency of her scent. It was obvious why his father had accepted the woman. Her coloration was exceptional. Her pelt was such a vibrant hue of russet, contrasting splendidly with the ivory that coated her muzzle and underside of her belly and chest. She was a petite thing, but clearly there was much potential for breeding with her. The pups would come out to be very interesting, with her fiery coloration and his father's lack of pigmentation. Taurig internally groaned at himself, his ears falling back against his skull. He was starting to sound like Isardis now. He really needed to get away from all this estrogen. The red woman would not stand from her comfortable resting place, but simply incline her head in greeting as she introduced herself. Pleasure, indeed. Levada Lillith Lovelle, Brood to the King Isardis. Enjoying what you see? The fact that she had introduced herself as his father's brood made it seem like she was proud of that fact. But how could she be proud of being a breeder? The grey-blue knight would never understand his father and his reasons for having constructed such a pack. I would have to say miss Levada Lovelle, your coat is quite the beauty. I haven't seen many with your type of coloration before. Talk like this

He would dissect her slowly, and she loved it the feeling of his eyes all over her unique pelt. She had been blessed with quite the coloration, and she loved it. Her fiery pelt matched her perfectly, a fiery she wolf of heated proportions. Her eyeslashes would fall a bit more, fluttering slightly, his words sweetly sounding in her russet ears, I would have to say miss Levada Lovelle, your coat is quite the beauty. I haven't seen many with your type of coloration before. She nodded in agreement, fully knowing that she was stunning. She tilted her head curiously at him, her thoughts drifting from herself to his beautiful coat. While she was gorgeously clad in red he was cloaked in blue. She wondered if Isardis had color would he have been such a striking man? Taurig was easy on the eyes, that was for certain. Speak for yourself, princeling. You're not so shabby. Her sweet voice drifted the gap between them. She would know his father, but would she be able to keep her paws off of his son? She knew she had to try, she had claimed loyalty to only Isardis. Come, have a seat and talk with me a moment. Surely there isn't something better to tear you away from me? talking to you

She was an attractive woman, he would give her that much, but the fact that she seemed to be proud about being part of a brood just didn't sit right with Taurig. Back home women weren't breeders. They were mothers, sisters, daughters, warriors, packmates. They were well respected and considered equals, not just vessels that would provide the next generation. But his father seemed to just want them for their usefulness to fulfill his selfish needs. Would the pale ghost every change his ways? He really doubted it. She would compliment him, though her comment wasn't as forward as his, inviting him to sit down with her and chat for a bit. It sounded like a pleasant idea, but he didn't feel like talking so much anymore. Please forgive me for my sudden departure miss Levada, but I must get back to my duties. Perhaps we can do this at another time? It was certainly a pleasure meeting you. He would bow to her in a silent goodbye before turning on his heels, trotting back towards the borders to return to his patrol, unsure of how he felt about the women under his protection. EXIT TAUR UNLESS STOPPED Talk like this