Where the Sun meets the Ocean

She had never been the type for participating in idle chat with other wolves when throughout her entire life, her own kin had always been her prey. Since being taken in by her pack, she had been raised to percieve all other wolves outside of her unit as prey, as things to be eradicated and cast aside like garbage. Yet she displayed none of those deeply engraved teachings now. Instead she simply ignored, for once in her damneed life not wanting to listen to them. What the hell was going on with her? She wasn't trigger ready to kill, wasn't chomping at the bit to rip any wolf's head on, including the black and brown brute standing before her. Was this damn pregnancy changing her from the inside out?

Diabolitio's words broke her thoughts, bringing her back to the present, hellish alabaster, crimson ringed orbs refocusing on the knight before her, noting how he bowed to her before he spoke. So the man new his manners; very impressive. Crown dipped in return, having been taught to respect fellow killers as well as how to kill, though she wasn't sure Diabolitio was a killer like herself. And yet the way he had reacted those few days before told her that it wasn't something she should completely rule out; after all, appearances were decieving. Destruction. she spoke curtly, not bothering to answer more than what was needed, simply presenting him with her name, something she had never been accustomed to doing, until she set paws in Alacritis.

He chuckled at the mention of the ivory youth, going on to say that kids would be kids. If they want to get killed. she growled quietly, the flashbacks of her scuffle with Swift making her blood boil. Damn inbsubordinate child. And then he was speaking again, saying how he was just exploring and that it was nice he'd run into somebody who didn't want to rip his head off. Destruction nodded in agreement. It was pretty nice, or pretty lucky on his part. As long as he stayed the way he was now, respectful and mindful of his manners, then the she-devil would have no problem with him and the need to rip his head off would stay dormant. But if he were to cross the line and piss her off, she had no problem letting go of her control and letting him have it.

Now wha' on 'arth is this here place? Diabolitio spoke up again, only this time it was a question rather than a comment. What was this place? She wasn't much help in that department. I muself don't know much about this place, only that it's called Alacritis from what I've heard. There are packs that take residence in this place, where I have yet to discover. What you stand on now is called the Frozen Field and that is about as much as I can tell you. she spoke with a dismissive flick of her tail, haunches folding beneath the massive dame as she sat before the brute, observing him as she allowed her words to sink in.