have you gone out drinking

Nothing could beat the metallic taste of ones blood, it was a sweet wine that was to die for and yet to be treated with utmost care. Morgana knew being weak was a waste in this world, it wouldn't get her any where but nor would the proud women allow weakness to show. Though it would be a surprise to those of whom they were seemingly going to join, a new pack, a new start. Something that the french women looked forward to. Arrived injured as they were, well, it would be an interesting meeting for sure. It made her wonder just how these Arcanum wolves were. "She can test me all she likes." Morgana would purr, stepping aside from a teasing nibble to the lobe of his ear.

Those frosted eyes looked to the male, waiting for him to lead her to this Arcanum. "Perhaps, Bloodling." A tease for the male, for she was going to pull the strings as far as she could, rill him up and have her seductive fun.

Morg exits with Rentaro, to Arcanum?