Here comes the thunder

Roman had been busy in the days leading up to giving birth. She'd dutifully cleaned out their den, and replaced the leaves and mosses that lined their nests with fresh plants. The den was homey, but it didn't feel quite right, and she'd spend nearly all of her waking hours aside from her duties trying to perfect it. She'd dug into their den, trying to expand the old set. Piles of rocks had provided a rather spacious cave, but she'd been digging at the dirt wall on the other side- trying to expand it. She wanted the pups to have plenty of room when they came, and she just felt so restless. She had left the depths of their den in search for more mosses and soft grasses that perhaps had been protected from the winter's icy claws in the crooks of trees and boulders throughout her territory- when she heard a strangers call from the borders.

She'd paused to give herself a thorough shake to rid herself of any dirt and debris, as she waddled towards their guests. She was in a rare good mood- such a mood that had grown rarer since she'd gotten pregnant. It seemed she often had quite a bit to be pissy about. She tossed her head in the air, to give a good natured summons to her mate- Drashiel. Perhaps the King would also be interested in speaking with this guest. Roman could only wonder what they would be wanting, and those wonders made her suspicious and crept into her good mood- with her usual bouts of paranoia. Were they spies? Roman shook her head, trying to cling to her good mood, as she approached the border, and she was surprised to scent not one- but two wolves. As she emerged from the shadows of the redwoods, she gave a slight inclination of her head- a polite greeting, as she halted a few feet from them, just at her border. "Greetings. I am Roman Armada, Queen of Regium- What can I do for you two?" She spoke with a firm inquiring tone, as her gaze passed curiously over the pair. Mates? Siblings? Friends? She wondered what their story was.