It was time the little earthen female take her new star to meet her Adore, her King. She hoped the woman would follow her since she couldn't really explain because she lacked a tongue to voice with. She hoped to have Kus accept her, see her value in healing. Elysia knew all to well now that they really did need a healer among their gang. She glanced to the side of her ribs, still sore and at times painful. But with this cute girl's gentle care she would be fine.
Often times she would glance back to make sure Cirala was following or slow a step or two till they walked side by side, fur brushing. This girl had to be the cutest Elysia had ever set eyes on. Forget male wolves, she found a liking to the females. It worried her none really. As it worked out for her with Kus' rules. He would be the only male for her. The thought of him made her shiver, remember the bite marks along her throat. Sea foam green eyes stared at Cirala for a long moment wondering if she would be ok with Kus. He did offer protection, food, warmth in return for giving him what he wanted. Which in truth she found not hard to comply with. Sure she had attacked that bastard of a male but they had many good reasons. She might not be like the other females in the gang, but she in a way felt motherly towards them, or like a lover. They were under her protection as much as Kus.
It would not take long to reach her King's tree under the dark of nightfall. She smirked at they're first meeting. Shaking out her fur she reared up to place her front paws on the tree trunk, groaning and cringing in the pain of stretching out her side. But she remained there, her errie green glow peering up at the shadows, awaiting for the grace of icy blue orbs. Tail wagging softly as she smiled, adoration clear in her eyes. Before long though she retreated to Cirala's side leaning softly against her. She didn't want the woman scared of her King. She hoped she wouldn't fright and run off. Elysia had grown very fond of her and hopefully Kus would be able to tell. She turned to lick Cirala on the cheek tenderly with a low hum in the back of her throat.
