There Are No Boundries

The ebony brood could easily scent the aroma of her pack, but not just anyone from her pack, Isardis, her King. She could easily see the albino male before her as she hid in the confines in her den for a little while longer, his ruby orbs seemed to have looked right into the boundaries of her soul. His scent made her weak. The femme did not remember any male wolves who could do that to her, walking and standing in front of her leader, bowing her crown in respect and to show she was not anymore than a low ranking brood. The emerald color of her eyes looked into the ruby ones of his as her tail wrapped around the side of her haunches. "Salutations, sir," she spoke out with a gentle tone, knowing that most Glaciem wolves would not be that gentle when speaking, and are probably much more stronger than she. She had closed her eyes for a moment, before keeping her head down till the king could give her the order to bring it back up.