Warrior Goddess

Tedious was the work of an alpha. She was always remarking her scent around the borders to ensure that anyone that wandered close would smell that this belonged to her. It was odd really, how this all came to be, but she was grateful to have found her foundation. Her violet eyes roved over the landscape as she let out an exasperated huff. The pups were heavy in her belly but she still had much time left before they found their way into the world.

The day was beautiful, not to hot, and the cool breeze was comforting. She could feel the restlessness of her cubs when she didn?t move and it seemed to sooth them when she walked. Her tail swayed behind her as she followed the lingering aroma of Champion. She had been so busy she hadn?t had any time to bond with her new friend. Once the pups were born she would have plenty of time to bond with her friend. Her tail wagged gently at the idea but a small meeting couldn?t hurt.

She found the behemoth wandering in her direction; something was in toe with her. Her dark brows arched upwards as she looked at the wolf trailing behind her. Everything in her had changed. Her features had become blank and her body stood tall as she eyed the new comer trailing behind her beta. ?Good day Lady Champion.? She said with no hint of emotion yet her eyes betrayed her as the affection played in them for only a moment.

She eyed the soft male up who seemed so frightened. She shook her head and allowed an exasperated sigh to slip her lips. ?Did this little mouse wander too far from home?? she questioned, she was growing tired of the amount of trespassing happening in Amenti. They had rules for a reason and though many disagreed with her methods of curbing trespassers she was trying to make a point to strangers not to wander carelessly. A simple summoning howl would suffice from the enslavement rule but she would hear her beta out and decide what to do with this trespasser. There were circumstances that could be viewed as forgivable if they reasons for trespassing was sufficient enough. The sentence was never one of life unless something grievous had occurred and an enslavement could last a day or a month it all depended on the demeanor of the transgressor.