It was time the little earthen female take her new star to meet her Adore, her King. She hoped the woman would follow her since she couldn't really explain because she lacked a tongue to voice with. She hoped to have Kus accept her, see her value in healing. Elysia knew all to well now that they really did need a healer among their gang. She glanced to the side of her ribs, still sore and at times painful. But with this cute girl's gentle care she would be fine. Often times she would glance back to make sure Cirala was following or slow a step or two till they walked side by side, fur brushing. This girl had to be the cutest Elysia had ever set eyes on. Forget male wolves, she found a liking to the females. It worried her none really. As it worked out for her with Kus' rules. He would be the only male for her. The thought of him made her shiver, remember the bite marks along her throat. Sea foam green eyes stared at Cirala for a long moment wondering if she would be ok with Kus. He did offer protection, food, warmth in return for giving him what he wanted. Which in truth she found not hard to comply with. Sure she had attacked that bastard of a male but they had many good reasons. She might not be like the other females in the gang, but she in a way felt motherly towards them, or like a lover. They were under her protection as much as Kus. It would not take long to reach her King's tree under the dark of nightfall. She smirked at they're first meeting. Shaking out her fur she reared up to place her front paws on the tree trunk, groaning and cringing in the pain of stretching out her side. But she remained there, her errie green glow peering up at the shadows, awaiting for the grace of icy blue orbs. Tail wagging softly as she smiled, adoration clear in her eyes. Before long though she retreated to Cirala's side leaning softly against her. She didn't want the woman scared of her King. She hoped she wouldn't fright and run off. Elysia had grown very fond of her and hopefully Kus would be able to tell. She turned to lick Cirala on the cheek tenderly with a low hum in the back of her throat. "Speech"

Cirala had already decided that she would follow the earthy toned woman to the end of the earth. So as Elysia had started out that evening the dark girl had not hesitated to follow her. She worried about the girl?s ribs; she had done what she could had at the time, her supplies limited. Still she knew she would be fine, though Cirala did not credit herself for much. She did not know where woman would take her, didn?t even know her name, though she had shared her own. She had learnt that the mysterious girl had lost her tongue? somehow? She followed at an easy trot, smiling at the earthy female whenever she glanced back, reassuring her that she was following. The woman slowed to walk beside her and she bumped her affectionately. "It?ll be dark soon." She said softly, lifting hazel eyes to glance at the setting sun, and really to no one in particular. It was an observation, a few words spoke almost to remind herself that she had that ability. They had spent much time together and in that time Cirala had not felt the need to talk, almost as if the strange woman?s impediment had been carried over to her as well. Cirala had been right, they walked onwards sometimes in a line, sometimes side by side into the night. A tree rising up on the horizon, a silhouette though still obvious what it was. She slowed, the strange woman trotting on a head to stretch against the tree before coming to stand beside her again, leaning upon her. The dark woman smiled at her, then turned her head to look around. " Now what?" She turned to look at the woman again, knowing she would not receive an answer, but still eager to see what she had planned. "Speech"

He could sense his earthy mistress cross the borders, and it brought a smile to the monarchs lips. She was no doubt his favorite hussie, as she had proven to be the most valuable. Though when another woman's scent mixed with Elysia's his lips would crease into a mad smirk. It appeared that she was not alone, perhaps she had brought the king a gift? He would remain where he was until the pair came into view, and the man would observe from within his canopy. He would watch Elysia rear up and search for him, and as she turned to be beside the other fea the ebony king would rise. He would jump from the elevated branch, gliding to the earth and kissing the ground silently. Icy gaze would roll over the duo, his stature nothing less than superior as his head was raised and a smirk played across his lips. "What have you brought me, my brunette beauty?" He would inquire, masculine tones rolling forth smoothly. He would set his gaze upon the new female, lips still creased as he hungrily examined her petite frame. She was a fine prize, and hopefully was for him.

In a single beat of the heart her King graced the earth with his presence. She smiled at him, tail waging and ears slightly back with respect. As he asked what she had brought him she turned to Cirala. She nuzzled the other women's neck, her cheek and ran her sides along the others. She hoped to comfort her, she didn't want Cirala running off in fear of the Night King. If she could, she would have licked the darker female's cheeks and lips. She turned back to Kus, a sound of a soft rumble rolled within her happily as she approached him. Some might think her sounds were more cat like, a purr in the sense. She had learned she could mimic certain sounds like Kus to get across her pleasures, disappoints, her joy. Anger and fear were easy enough though from scent and body language. But right now she needed kus to understand she had taken a liking to the female, more than just liking. Her scent was fused with excitement, lust for Kus but also an attraction to Cirala. As she came to Kus she would press her head into his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his silky fur. Shivers raced through her as they always did when around him. When was the last time they had been alone? She would need to fix that soon, but not right now. She never feared Kus when she approached him, never feared his claws striking her, never feared his fangs that had left their mark on her throat; it actually turned her own thinking of it. She might be crazy to love something not of her own kind, to follow him without any doubts. But he was there for her, the only person to stick around for her. He kept her safe, kept her happy. And for exchange he had her body, her loyalty, her love. Hopefully he would understand she had brought a new female for him, but also for herself. She pulled back from Kus to look into his icy blues with her own unique sea foam greens before turning back to Cirala. She would attempt to come to her side and rear up to gently drape her upper body over the other female's back, a sign of claiming. She looked to Kus, tail waving madly behind her before hopping over and trotting back to him to press her body into him, mingling all three of their scents together as she rub Cirala's scent onto him. If this worked she planned to go to the battle field to pick more flowers to give to Kus. She sat down between then, positioned so she could see them both. She felt rather pleased with herself as she waited, head lifted up high, eyes gleaming joyfully. Now Kus just had to accept her. But Elysia would want to take Cirala's tongue if it was to happen. A sudden idea hit her, mouth gaping open. She turned to Cirala with a grunt and nosed at her tender ribs. If Cirala showed her healing abilities, Kus would see just how valuable she was. She kept poking at her own ribs, brows creased to express her pain there. They were sore, really sore actually, but thankfully not broken. She could tell when she took deep breathes. It just still hurt like hell. It felt like a buck rammed into her ribs after long day of traveling. "Speech"

The beast appeared suddenly, enveloped in shadows and seemingly rising out of the darkness, his scent filled her nose and it was all Cirala could do to not to turn tail and flee, two wolves against one big cat? it did not bode well. Still the strange woman was pressed into her sides unmoving, comforting her, or at least trying to. The woman was getting stranger by the minute, her tail wagging as the beast spoke, lyrics of honey dripping from his mouth. Her eyes grew wide, was she to become a late snack for the beast before her? A gentle nuzzling broke through her fear and she turned to look suddenly at the earthen woman, her expression softening automatically. Ultimately curiosity won out as the woman moved away from Cirala?s sides, hazel gaze following her movements with wonder. She approached the cat with signs of affection, before turning back towards Cirala and lifting herself over her. A soft giggle escaped her, though her ears were back and it was laced through with unease. The beast was right there and this seemed so out of place that she couldn?t enjoy it the way she might have otherwise. Then as the strange woman moved back towards the cat, stopping between the two she did yet another odd thing. She began poking at her ribs, grunting and creasing her brow. Without any hesitation Cirala trotted up to her, acutely aware of the space between her and the beast shrinking. "Are you alright? Ribs still hurting?" Giving a quick glance to the shadow beast she went to work, gently pressing her paw against the woman?s ribs. "I don?t feel any difference," she mused allowed- more to herself than anyone else- and turned her gaze to the woman?s, "I can try to find something for the pain if you want though. " She cast another quick glance at the cat, still uneasy but knowing she had a patient she needed to treat right in front of her. "Speech"