This tantrum had gone on far to long. She had given birth and had been busy caring for her daughter while Kylar stayed away sulking. She was growing tired of it and didn't have the patience anymore. The Queen prowled her recently claimed lands, a sweet smelling place filled with fruit. Slowly she would mark her borders, making a clear 'keep out' sign for the world to see. However, his familiar scent would stop her. Nostrils flared. So he had finally decided to come home. Inhaling, her muscles went rigid. Lips curled back in a silent snarl. A strange woman had crossed the borders. And her sent was mingled with Kylars. Hackles threatened to bristle as rage bubbled in her chest. Pivoting sharply, the Queen would move with new purpose. With Zaria watching Basanti, she had been free to fulfill her duties. But now she had something else to do. Crown lifted high, tail curling around her hips, her typical posture, but her expression had gone blank. Paws pressed into the earth silently as she closed in on her Duke. Fucking bastard. "Well look who decided to show up." Silky words dripped off her tongue like honey. Coral pools turned to stone. If this is the game he wanted to play, then so be it. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He was still limping, it having only been a day and a bit since his trudge to the barren lands filled with junk where he had impaled his paw on a shard of glass. It was about time he returned home, at least to his duties if not to his queen. He wasn't yet sure if he could handle her and her little pet. Though his new friend had joined him for a bit of moral support he wasn't sure it was enough. He walked slowly, babying his cut foot due to the fact no one was around to see him. But then her scent hit him. He stopped, eyes closing and breath being expelled in one great big whoosh. His rage was pretty much gone. Now he was just tired. But it wasn't like he could tell her that, tell her that he was just done. He had said he loved her, that he would be there for her and that just didn't go away. Fuck he still cared about her more then he did about himself and yet... He refused to share her, and at the same time refused to tell her what to do. He had tried so many times to get Secret to stay in pack lands and look how that had ended. He wouldn't make the same mistake. Her words were icy and harsh, he shifted slightly, keeping his weight off his right front paw as verdant gaze opened as skull turned to look over her shoulder and study her. What could he say? Sorry? He honestly wasn't, he felt no remorse for leaking like he did. Yes her felt stupid for acting so childish but there was no regret. For a long moment he would study her, seeming to slip back into hold habits as slackened gaze refused to hold any emotion. "Where's my daughter?" His voice was a low rumble, words dropping like stones from his lips. He had patrolled the boarders, had shown Libra around, had even met a few wolves at the boarder. Now he wanted to spend time with his daughter. Not Cat. If she was here... Who was watching Basanti? If Cat said their daughter was with Lekan he would probably loose it right then and there. Desire emotionless exterior rage coiled and twisted within his guy still, ready to last our and strike. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He would turn towards her, seeming to favor one paw, though she wouldn't ask about it. Silence enveloped them as he studied her. She help his gaze, a brow lifting fractionally waiting for him to speak. And when he finally did, he wanted to know where his daughter was. His? He hadn't even seen her since she was born. Her stoic expression threatened to break. "Our daughter is safe, with Zaria." It was hard not to spite him and say Lekan, though it would have been a lie. She remained several feet away from him, refusing to move any closer though she desperately wanted to. Her words were expressionless, not giving him any hints to her feelings. A foreign scent lingered in her nostrils, presumably some other whore. Muscles remained tense, her gaze frigid. Why was she even here? She should have stayed with Basanti in the den. Her little girl was already moving around, slowly and awkwardly, though still moving. Did she really want to deal with his childish antics? Not at all. Toes flexed, she had half a mind to leave. But she was more interested in seeing who this new whore was. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE