His call would beckon her. Her crown would lift, a slow grin lifting her lips. His voice held such promise. Leaving the moor behind she would traipse across the plains until she reached the border. A crowd had already begun to gather. So she would not get to enjoy this moment alone. Valentiine stood nearby, along with a sickly pale shadow. She would miss any conversation, coming up as Kylar made introductions. A growl would leave her throat as she shoed away the little slave. Her gaze immediately fell to the russet heap at his feet. A brow would lift, the woman immediately recognizable. Sibelle. She had been Vi's friend. Her gaze would lift to meet her husbands. Closing the distance between them, she would stand so that the fallen woman would lay between them. Immediately her packs scent filled her nose. Solstice. Along with the distinct smell of pups, and another. Crucifix.
"Baby, how in the hell did you manage to kidnap the Queen of Solstice, hmm?" It wasn't hard to connect to two, she smelled entirely of the man she had met, it was doubtful she was anything other than his Queen. Amusement danced across her features. Looking back down at the woman, her crown would tip to the side, looking rather thoughtful. Her capture could only bring war. Briefly, her gaze would flicker behind Kylar, half expecting to see the raging King rushing towards her border. With a smirk, her coral gaze would lazily search him head to toe, in search of any injury. The only she found was a bite to his chest, small in comparison to the blood that dripped her newest slaves face and scruff. It was funny how one insignificant wolf could bring war right to her paws.
"Speech"
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