Come to me

A low call would be pulled from her dark jaws. Mist surrounded her like a cloak, brushing against her silver pelt like a caress. Much to her surprise, Neios had stayed within the boundaries of her lands. When she first found him, she had expected to be dragging him back here kicking and screaming. He had proved her wrong. Now he wanted to know what else he was capable of. The Monarch had spent little time alone with her newest shadow and wanted to change that.

Paws sunk into the earth, he would find her, he always did. It pleased her to see how eager he was to prove his worth. Muscles rolled beneath her pelt, she reveled in her new power. Her numbers were growing, members would soon be growing stronger. A wicked smile twisted her features, she would need to seek out Basilisk.

He was another she hadn't been alone with for sometime. The last time they had been alone had been a memorable one, when she finally stole the last of his innocence. Her mind would wander from the dark boy that ruled beside her to her brother. He had not answered her call before she formed the pack, and she had not seen him in many seasons. She had begun to believe that he was either dead or had left entirely. A small part of her mourned for the loss of her brother.

Audits twitched, her crown carried high. There was much still to be done. But first, she wanted to see Neios. And perhaps Basilisk later. Soon she would need to call together the pack for the games. She needed her ranks filled by those who are worthy. Pleasure sent a shiver down her spine.