We're All Just Dancers, On The Devil's Dancefloor

Keahi talks with Lothaire, enjoying his company and the refined words that he offers. A smile is never far from her lips as they speak freely and the red woman admits that she was worried she might have to try and convince the gray male further. He easily deflects, assuring her that he understands the worth of a home and the smile she wears grows until it is a bright. They spar with words and the tropical wolf finds herself easily disarmed against his polished speech but her carefree spirit seems to keep them on even ground.

With a polite bow of her head, Keahi then smoothly stands and Lothaire easily joins her, giving his coat a shake to rid it of some the stickers that are clinging to him. A sympathetic wince is given to his current condition but his smooth-velvety words has her smile quickly reappearing and his soft laugh has the smile warming on her lips. Once Lothaire is beside her, the tropical wolf sets the course and makes the pace leisurely and unhurried as he questions what she wishes him to know first.

A thoughtful hum rumbles from deep in her chest, the soft sound lingering behind her closed lips as she thinks. After a small pause, Keahi turns her head so that her ocean blue eyes can look to where Lothaire walks and she says, “I think the first thing you should know is the Alphas. The Armada is led by two; Sirius and Azure. Sirius is the Warlord and Azure, his son, is the Champion. Their word is law and I will be calling on them to seek permission for you to stay within the pack lands.”

A soft smile is given to him before Keahi turns her head back to the front, her steps are sure and confident as they move. She leaves room for Lothaire to ask her questions, if has any yet.


"Keahi Mogotsi"