he's a tramp

Deathbelle wondered absently where Aerie took up residence, there was only so much truly habitable land in the west. Could they have taken up residence where Ashen once resided? When the pack had been in its infancy along with her marriage and children. Belle put the thought from her mind, the Empire was flourishing in the south and she had no claim on those lands. Deathbelle just as easily dismissed them as Eligos went on.

The Empress raised her eyebrows curiously as the alpha told her about his plans for the future festival, and she made obvious her intrigue. ”Trade festival, hmm..” Quietly she wondered how it would look compared to Hjarrandi’s market. She didn’t doubt he would offer the same invitation to the rest of the packs, so at the very least she could catch a glimpse of them. ”I’ll be sure Ashen is prepared when the time comes.” Deathbelle gave her acceptance of the invite.

Her first instinct was to offer a quick tease, but she remained professional. Holding herself back was less fun, but better off in the long run when they had only just met. ”The majority of the wolves in my care are a part of my extended family.” She offered easily. ”We mostly keep to ourselves.” Now that her brood were yearlings there were plans in place to stir things up a litlle. ”Do you have any specific questions? Would you like to tell me about Aerie?”