It was some time ago that her father had commanded her body and mind be offered to the blossoming leadership of the new Tortuga. The request had never been undone, and so upon the babe?s return she would cautiously find her way towards the wintry borders of what once was Roman?s recently acquired lair. Though her mind is unsure of her sister?s reign, delicate nostrils suggest the silver woman has prevailed. The gazelle-marked babe is convinced that her loyalties remain within the invisible stockades of Tortuga and it?s budding youth; even through her momentary scarcity Satis will return as unwavering and resolute as she was once before. She is here to serve a greater purpose, and so she will wait silently, with the humbled patience few would bare; expecting the downward breeze to inform the Queen of her arrival.

With Greek by her side, she patrols the borders- working up them a different way than her normal patrols, and perhaps it is best. As a strange but not so strange scent wafts through the air, she pauses, grinning slightly. It seems that it is a time for surprises. She saunters forward, her hips swaying as she follows the smell- glad that she was indeed downwind from her sister. With chatters of annoyance, Greek follows her- halting beside her as she draws near the border. Roman knows he's bursting with sarcastic comments- words he feels the need to express- but she speaks first, taking control of the conversation. "Satis. It has been a while. I trust you are well?" She greets halting at the border- glancing down to see Greek weaving between her paws. "What brings you back to Tortuga?" She asks politely, but curiously. She had been under the impression that the dame may have returned to Glaciem, but perhaps she merely been taking personal time. Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

It takes barely a few moments for the snowy usurper to find the loose ties of her throne; coming to be somewhat casually within the peculiar prescience of her Armada sibling. Satis retaliates instantly, dainty toes splaying to support the weight of her backwards lean; rounded quarters becoming higher than her tapered shoulder blades as she presents her far smaller physique in a submissive bow. Sinew contorts within the tiny gems compact limbs, sustaining her abilities to remain in such a stance as she is addressed by the Queen, "Good afternoon, my Liege," though her feminine tones are far from a plead of weakness, she is respectful. Golden hazel gaze will wander towards the banshees pale toes, dark lashes shielding her pupils from the vision of her sister, though undoubtedly not from her far smaller friend. "Health is kind to me," pregnancy loiters heavy within their proximities, though it is not on the girls nature to pry upon her leader. "I seek only to continue the loyalties I had promised our father, I wish to return to my purpose amongst your ranks." ooc; crap mobile post.

Roman watches as Satis bends, bowing to her and she is perplexed by the movement. It isn't something she commonly sees, but the sight fills her overflowing ego. She listens to her half sister, and her eyes widen with surprise at what she says. Satis is back to serve Tortuga? Then it shall be. "Then it shall be, Satis." She says lightly but firmly. "I would take you as a legionary of Tortuga- a beta if you'd be inclined to take the position. I need wolves that I know are capable to help lead." She says, her tone soft. Her words are true, though Tortuga has grown, she hasn't found wolves capable of being her beta's. Satis, offers the perfect position- she's an Armada and she understands the meaning of blood and loyalty. Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

Satis was far from a leader; her soul and being was as much dedicated to following the commands of a single usurper as the mechanic tick-tock of rotating clockwork. Though power ran rich within her sinew and determination an endless torrent within the walls of her skeleton, she would bare only a uselessness within her power had there been no being to revere. Her loyalties were to her family; if Roman desired her leadership, then Satis would stop only at death to please her wishes. It is only now that her submissive position will ease, though still her body language claims her to be the underling; thick tail heavy between her taut thighs. ?Yield will come only in my demise, my Queen; I am yours to dispose,? in those few words she re-pledges her loyalties to the pale woman with only the most convincing gestures of her salmon tongue. ?I will commit to all you seek of me; you need only ask,? her voice was feverishly brave for such a pretty and diminutive little canine; her might stretched far beyond the height of her shoulders.

Roman is content with her choices, and thrilled to see that Satis has returned. She nods at the woman's words, her gaze seeking her sisters honey colored eyes. "I know you won't disappoint me Satis. I do not think you ever could. " She says softly, her tone slightly gentle. She steps back, to let the woman saunter into the borders of Tortuga. "Come and explore your home. I have to finish this patrol- but I'm sure you could use some time to settle." She offers her tone light. She won't keep either one of them busy for long and there will be time to socialize later. She turns slightly to dismiss herself, and speaks again. "Its good to have you home, Satis." She says, dwelling on the sentiment for a second before turning away. -exit roman- Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

And as effortlessly as her arrival the peculiar babe is gifted the purpose and belonging she was birthed for; the expansion of her lungs and the throbbing of her pulse thriving within the new purpose of her being. She is wholly relieved to be so welcomed by her subling, and even more grateful for the silver banshee?s willingness to let sleeping dogs lie; there were no prying questions as to why she had grown so scarce, the present moment was of the only importance. Below her flesh organs churned, hunger brewed in the pits of her stomach; and yet she would not hunt yet, first she would seek her new duties. With the silent dip of her marked crown Satis stands patiently to watch the woman leave, left alone and inspired, ambition once again bubbles thick within her veins. -- exit.