Wicked Little Thoughts

One never could tell what sort of mood Sephiran would be in and Kaino was glad that her little revelation seemed to intrigue him enough that, whatever he had been feeling, was now replaced with a look of interest. The big man slid along her side and the lavender and smoke fae released a soft, sultry chuckle. Mint and ice eyes looked appreciatively upon the fangs within his maw as he asked about the head of a king. Again, Kaino leaned into him, her full weight meaning nothing against his much larger frame. "Head removal is much more your style, my big, strapping cousin," she teased in breathy tones before taking a few steps away in a rhythmic manner that was almost a dance. "I work smarter, not harder." He had to realize by now that she was a clever little thing.

Kaino spun to face the gold marked man once more, the action swirling the blanket of mist that settled above the moor's floor. "Have you noticed just how attached to their children some of these packs are?" The woman's head gave a mischievous little tilt. "Don't you think they'd do anything to get their precious child back?" She knew for a fact that they would. Kaino had been stalking the borders of Norad for a time. She had watched the love between father and son.

And she had stolen that son.

One silver gloved paw lifted, gesturing nonchalantly. "I've stolen and alpha's child for you. For us." If Kaino was anything, she was loyal. Everything she did was for the Saxe family. They deserved a place of their own. They all deserved to make the world quake with fear of their name. "A little bit of blackmail followed by a show of force and I'll bet they'll be begging us to take their pack from them." The little viper grinned again. "What do you think, cousin?"

"Speech"