Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]

No pain would cross the visage, no guilt or regret. It happens all the time, but why Newt? The poor woman has her belove in a death match and now some lousy woman stole the Throne! Only pitiful comments could remain in the fore print of Samonas mind. The growl was posed to stay back, to remain hidden and for now unwanted. " Newt my queen, Im sorry for the loss." Only a few words could pass the rosy lips, kissed into the air with the tints of the accents grove. For once, Samona really was lost for words. Caressing the floor gently as she began to approach, dipping the cranium as if she were still the queen. In the heart, she still was. The violet gaze would be acknowledged towards each and every wolf before turning to meet the gaze of newts, the woman who's mothered the pups Samona breafly spoke to at the battle.

The woman who not only cared for her life and respects, but to others as well. Would did medusa have to offer? A title into Amenti with no future? " I believe you will strike once again, to come back to whats been taken. I stand by your side ma'am. I might not even be a yearling yet but soon I will become something more." No fool could mistake the determination struck in the chords. Not only was Samona new to these parts but She and newt have not yet formally met. Though push it aside, maybe she'd accept a young, wicked soul under the broken wings, to be repaired.

ooc: sorry its short ive got to go out]