It had been a few weeks now since she had brought Cirala to her home with her King, Kus. Today her paws would travel to the battlefield to claim some flowers. It was time their kingdom had more loyal females that would stick around more often then not. The earthen colored female stopped just as she entered the battlefield. Sea foam green orbs looked about the death field. Dried blood stained the land from past wars, tuff of fur blew in the gentle breeze. She shook out her fur before entering farther into the battlefield. The sight of the place did not frighten her, she had nothing to fear when she had a King like her's.
Her mission would be simple, find and gather more females to take back to her King. She smiled softly, of course though they had to be beautiful flowers. She could not have a weed in her bouquet! Oh no, this would not be simple just for Kus, but for her too. She love the vibrant colors and shapes of different females. Males discussed her, well of her own kind anyways. Why need a male wolf when you have a sexy male panther? Who could reason with that? She snorted at the memory of their new slave. He wasn't even worth being called a slave, he was nothing. She had made sure he'd live long enough to serve the kingdom. Males like him weren't worth living. She had felt slightly happy ripping his tongue out slowly, painfully. She knew what kind of succumb-bag he was. One who preyed of females and tore them apart from the inside out. At least Kus treated all the girls kindly.
Once well into the center of the land she sat down. She couldn't howl out to other females due to her lack of a tongue, so she would have to play the waiting game. Hopefully her charm would be enough to bring the ladies home.
"Speech"
