Variety is the Spice of Life

In her rounds to check on all of their fighters following the raid with Valta, she had purposefully left her visit to Kavik for last. The land was dipping into evening as she made her way back to the side of the island where his den was located. With everything that had been happening in her marriage and her attempts to mitigate the damage done by the fallout of Relm's miscarriage she had to give her undivided attention to Alastor and Irilyth, but that didn't mean she had forgotten about the icy brute that she counted among her wolves. Other than the occasional flirtatious comment or passing glance as she went about her day as Matriarch, she hadn't had a chance to really be with Kavik in quite a while so this was her opportunity to rectify that.

Manea stepped quietly into the entryway of Kavik's den, spotting the dire male on the opposite side of the space, turned away from her so he didn't immediately notice her. She leaned her shoulder into one side of the doorway for a moment as a little grin tugged at her lips as she watched him. Even though no one could hold a candle to Alastor for her, she had admit that Kavik was certainly a handsome man. She cleared her throat a bit to finally get his attention after a few moments, giving him a wider grin with a flash of her teeth. "Care for some company?" she purred, her tail swaying gently behind her.

"Manea Mendacium"