Luxury Accommodations

Manea grinned and chuckled at Alastor's teasing as he wondered if he should be worried about the alpha that they had come to see, giving his ear a little nip for good measure. "Jealous? Of course not, my darling. No one could ever measure up to you." She might appreciate and enjoy the appearances of other wolves from time to time, but she very rarely ever dabbled in them. Actually, the only wolves she had actually partaken in since she and Alastor found each other had been Irilyth and Duchess... oh, and of course their unnamed little piggy. She was realizing now that she hadn't been with another brute since Alastor—a sign of just how satisfied her husband kept her. Perhaps they could change that today though if Artorias was so inclined. She smirked at the thought and looked back toward the castle to wait for the blue-hued male to appear.

Soon enough the prompt and proper wolf appeared, greeting her with her full name and title, making her laugh lightly and grin. "Artorias Carpathius, lovely to see you again." He was young and eager—endearing qualities in her opinion. She nodded at his assumption when he looked to Alastor and asked if this was her previously mentioned husband. "It certainly is. Artorias, this is Alastor. Alastor, Artorias," she said, motioning between the two of them so they could have their introductions. Once they were acquainted, she added, "We came to Auster for a bit of a vacation to get away and prepare for our next litter. We were about to head back to Boreas, but I felt like I'd be remiss if I didn't take you up on your offer to visit the castle and take advantage of the lovely accommodations you have here." She gave him a curious look and smirked, saying, "As long as the offer is still on the table of course. I hope we didn't come at a bad time... Though you seem to be a little less indisposed this time. Your queen's heat has passed I assume?"

"Manea Mendacium"