Thorne pads across the grass, following the silver fae as she settles upon the ground. Without a moment of hesitation, the mahogany she-wolf lays down, aiming to curl up beside her companion and rest her muzzle upon the women's shoulder, gazing contentedly out at the lake. A few peaceful heartbeats pass, just the pair of them breathing in sync. Then, the fae speaks, her voice drifting across Thorne like a soft summer breeze. The mahogany woman is quiet for a moment, lying there in contemplative silence.
"I want to help" she murmurs finally, and sincerity swims within those bright blue orbs. She leans closer and aims to nip along the nape of the silver woman's neck, speaking between each tiny bite. "Help you establish your reign". Her voice is muffled by fur as she nips again. "Help you lay the foundations of your empire". Another nip. "Most of all, what I want...what I really want...". She draws away then, eyes fixated on Eisleif, hoping to catch her eye. Her voice turns deep, ridden with desire. "Is to see you again". She watches for a reaction, doubt pricking her pelt. They'd thoroughly enjoyed each other, but perhaps...perhaps her companion desired only a single night with her.
