Defiers of Fate

A feminine voice called out and Bane closed his sapphire eyes with a smirk and wrapped his tail around his side while his ears flickered in the direction of her voice. The Seracian's head snapped to the sound of the female getting closer, the rasp of sand shifting as her paws brought her towards to him. An oddly patterned black female was coming at him, Bane observing the way she swaggered her hips and smiled the seductive way she smiled. A rogue from the smell of things, Bane's eyes flicking up and down her more nubile form just once.

"That's close enough." Bane said without looking away from her. "By your manners and your words I take it that you want something from me." Bane felt a familiar ache surface from between his hind legs. And yet she smelled like an odd blend of Amenti, the renowned mating wolves of these lands... like Alena. His thoughts turned to the white she-wolf and wondered how she was coping with her pregnancy. Well, if this rogue female was here for his male specific services he wouldn't be one to deny her. "Your name mam? Mines Bane."