Hot Damn
10-16-2014, 11:50 AM
The Soeverein moved aimlessly through the tall pinetrees, her silvery paws carrying her slowly growing form through the territory. Her thoughts had been crowded as of late, thinking about Bevroren and where it stood in the world and, more importantly, how she was benefiting Bevroren. Sure, she had a kinder touch that her father never had and she really believed that her pack members were better off for it. They were having more trainings, they had fewer members, but the members they had were far better quality than the numerous members they had before. But the bigger her unborn children got she more she wondered if she would be able to defend her pack. What if she were cahllenged tomorrow? Would she be willing to risk her and Vereux's children in the fight? These worries swirled in her head as a howl sounded at the border and with a sigh she trotted off to see who could be calling for her this time. She saw scarred male and to her surprise cause a hint of that distinctive Armada scent on his coat. She also noticed the steel-blue hue that covered his back, a distinctive color that she hardly saw on anyone other than wolves with Armada blood. A relative perhaps? She stopped a fair distance away, her split-tone eyes curious. "I am Athena Armada and if I'm guessing correctly I'd say you must be an Armada as well, though I don't believe we've met yet." Speech Thought Others |
