all that's left

The brute had the oddest of facial markings. Like someone had splatter his face with color and kissed his eyes gold and blue. For menacing as he appeared to be, she had to say his best feature was his eyes. They were simply wonderful.

?And, who. are. you?? He questioned her, putting clear definition onto each word. He watched her, judged her, weighed her in his mind. In Soleil's eyes he appeared to be a thoughtful creature. "I am Soleil Adravendi, of Valhalla." She spoke clearly and without falter. The mention of her pack pulling at her heart strings. She was certain she was tired of Valhalla but with her current leave that appeared to be false. Now the mistress wanted nothing more than to return. Surely things had calmed down.

She sat down squarely, facing the male. An ear ticked to the side, "And what about you? Who are you?" One could always trust Soleil to be and kind and gentle soul, never truly seeing the bad in others. Whoever this brute was, he wasn't harming her by talking to her. Even when she had been raped (a night left forgotten) she hadn't felt the wolf deserved death, the punishment served by Collision.

Her eyes couldn't help but wander, almost worried to see Collision. He wouldn't take kindly to a rogue conversing with his woman, and definitely while bearing child. Soleil sighed pleasantly, squirming a bit where she sat as if to help her feel the whelps growing inside of her. She wasn't yet showing but she knew all of Valhalla would know just what was going on when she returned home. Drama or not, Soleil and Collision had done what lovers do. She was not ashamed.