Simple times, simple measures

Lurid had been high on her win, still was on that dreamy side of it. She couldn't believe she finally had her pack together and under one roof so to speak. A couple of her family were still missing, but they would surely come now they knew where to find her. Walking through prospective territories, Blodreina heard a call for her presence that sounded familiar. She had only heard that voice once before, but her once-opponent's tones were forever ingrained in her memory. Voodoo called for her. She did not run like some alphas would, not Blodreina, she sauntered her way slowly to the little family. Once she arrived, Lurid gave a curt smile and looked over each body present. She greeted first Voodoo, "You are a woman of your word, I see." Latin-lilted, her dual-toned voice rang with authority, but also respect. To each of who she assumed were Voodoo's children, she gave a gentle smile. The bitch goddess absolutely had a soft spot for young ones, yearlings (or almost yearlings) were her weakness. So much growing to do without a place to grow in.