Brokering deals

A call would breach her silver audits. It was a stranger, but held so much promise. She had been waiting for such a call. Kylar had been housing his grandchildren here, and from the condition he had returned home in, she doubted that the pack he had taken them from would simply let them go without a fight. Moving with purpose, she lope to meet the woman, her legs stretching long, eating up the ground with no problem. It wouldn't take long, mostly because sick excitement churned in her gut that kept her from making the stranger wait any longer.

Coral pools would meet the face of a smaller pale woman. She would slow to walk, not halting until only a few feet separated them. She was significantly smaller than the Queen, forcing her to look down. Audits tipped forward, curiosity dancing her gaze. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling her pack scent. "My dear, you don't belong here." She would coo to the woman, the corners of her mouth lifting fractionally.

"Burn Baby Burn"