Closer to Home

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She had expected an answer. Either precise or one that beat around the bush - it didn't matter, she had expected an explanation that would provide as an answer. What she got instead? Was a name. The woman would watch him, her curiosity sparked. So he had come to this pack to stand beside one of Valhalla's women? Alamae was one of her younger members, a sigma, had she gone and found a brute to call her own while she wasn't looking? The alpha was secretly pleased, she liked when her members started families, their own lives, it was what she wanted - a pack that her lupine felt comfortable making a living in. But she wouldn't let this male off of the hook so easily. Although she was a sucker for a good love story she had a pack to run - and if his allegiance was to her and not equally to Valhalla, she might end up with problems later.



Alamae would enter the scene herself, her gentle scent carrying on the wind only moments before she would step onto the sandy beach. Chrysanthe would nod to her curtsy, and then look back to the male standing before them. "I might." She would say as he looked to her, and although her words left a few questions in and of themselves, she showed not a hint of aggression toward the male. He was a stranger to her, but not an enemy. "What is your name?" He would be expected though, give her the basics, just as she would anyone else in his place. "In your loyalty to her, are you pledging your loyalty to Valhalla as well? To me?" He would not be left to have a pack within a pack here with his family, they would be a part of Valhalla. As long as he knew that, she would gladly let him stay, in all honesty she was proud of the two.