call it holy, call it just

Well, Asla hadn't been expecting company, but being an alpha made one expect the unexpected. Upon hearing the call, the blonde woman peeled herself from Indigo's warm embrace, careful not to wake him. Once out of the den, Asla gave herself a shake, willing her body into wakefulness. She inhaled deeply of the sweet air and began a lope of practiced ease. The woman was a hunter, a warrior, her body was a weapon and a tool. This showed in both her movement and her figure.

Nearing the border a large, dark male waited. One brow lifted in question, pulling at the scars that littered one side of the blonde and grey wolf's face. Coming to the edge of the border, Aslatiel seated herself, her demeanor and posture full of confident ease. "I am Aslatiel Indarra, Alpha of Valta. How can I help you?" The fae's galactic gaze rested upon the brute's face with surety as she waited for a response.

"Asla Indarra"