On their trek toward the packlands, they share light conversation and Leere decides that the black-furred wolf is someone worth keeping around, worth keeping on her side. Otherwise she wouldn't waste her time in bringing him to Erövrare where she's almost certain she'll be crossing paths with him frequently. Leera thinks of this as they reach the borders of Erövrare, and she sneers slightly as the overpowering scent of the High Lord rolls through the silent trees.
"Yes, but now we must wait. It's the High Lord's way," she says, almost with an air of mockery. Either way, she pauses and tilts back her head, summoning Tyranis with a long, low howl that tells of another seeking membership. "It shouldn't be long now." But Leera sits anyway, letting her pregnant belly be exposed, a reminder to Tyranis of all she's providing for him.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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