Black Widow

The voice that called to him was one that shook his memory. He knew that voice, but where from? Ears fully alert and nose quivering, he tried to pick up the girls scent as he made his way to the borders. It was then that he saw her, teasing his border with her toes. Caraleya. It would be a long time until that name would leave his mind, she was rather ingrained on it. The woman was a wrap of darkness and mystery, she was unpredictable and wild. Since their first encounter he had been wary of the islands, but it seemed that she had found her way to his home. Bass eyed the woman, approaching her head on with his own head held high. "Cataleya, what brings you to my borders?" He asked, able to keep his voice strong and have it not quiver. She was a creature of a whole different kind, and he was still rather uneasy around her. But he needed to buck up, she smelled of other wolves. A brow rose, was she now an alpha in these lands? He had heard whispers of a few packs disbanding and leaving Alacrita behind, Indarra thankfully one of them. But Cat did not strike him as a wolf who would settle for being handed something, he had heard the cries of what he still thinks to be her victim. Now that would be a fighter to watch, this bold temptress before him.