Where the white boys dance (Fendar)

But it seemed like times of avoiding interactions was up. The leggy male had easily picked up her scent, the smell of her teasing his memory. Fendar knew this girl... she had fled soon after the battle took place. A small growl could be heard vibrating in his throat, but he was in no position to be angry at the girl. He too had left after the bastards took away most of the sight in his left eye, leaving a thick and ugly scar that marred his auburn features. He had fought his hardest, but after that he ran like the shameful coward he was. He tried to play it off that it had been because he could not fight as well with the loss of sight, but it was a simple lie to make himself feel better. No matter how many throats he had ripped out, it would not make up for the fact that he too left the fight. But Koroleva, she had hardly stayed. Interesting that she too had made her way back to Alacrita, and more interesting yet that a lot of Xanilov's were returning here. It gave him a slight thrill, he longed for one of their blood to once again take a seat upon the throne. He had yet to visit the old Ebony lands, but he was on his way there. Fendar was interested to see who claimed his family's pack, and if any of his blood were still lingering there. He had no idea that one of Raisa's children had claimed the crown once more.

Fendar finally picked up her form, trying to hide from the world out there. He gave a slight huff, grumpy as usual. It had been three days since the male had slept, making him quite irritable. "Why come home only to hide blood-sister?" He asked, his low baritone calling out to her. His tail lashed out behind him as he closed the distance between them, bronze and silver eyes boring into her. "Looks like dear Koroleva has returned. And pray tell, what do you intend to do now that you're here? And how long do you plan on staying this time?" He knew that his words were harsh, but he couldn't help it. He was irritated that she was hiding herself here. Why come back only to hide herself within their homelands? The whole situation was quite pathetic, even he had to admit that. Snearing at the younger girl, he towered over her form and peered down at her, although curiosity was alight in his two-toned gaze. Why exactly had Koro returned? She didn't seem to be doing a whole hell of a lot. Fendar hadn't as well, but he had been back yet a week, so that was his excuse. But what was hers?