You Can Try To Forget Me

Aerndís strolled through the mist as though it were a fine summer's day… which it nearly was. She loved watching lesser creatures scatter before her as they realized this beast could smell them. Her jaws lathered with saliva and hunger. What should she prey on today? Aern froze, gracefully coming to a stop as she sensed another prescence… well, well, well… what had we here? Lavender gaze lingered on the dim outline of a large wolf, male she was certain and as she crept closer, hidden in the brush, she noticed it was Sigmarr. The gladiatrix quickly stifled a growl. The dam traitor! She had been his master for quite some time after the slave traders dropped him at her feet. They'd been sent to Alacritis on a mission to re-capture the boys sister. Her husband still had quite a price out for the girl…. and there was probably a price for the boy as well.

She rolled her shoulders, stretching lightly as she pondered what to do with him. Perhaps Cataleya would like a few new warriors to add to the ranks? Stepping out in front of him she snarled with a grin on her face. "Sigmarr, baby doll… how's it going? You see that sister of yours lately? I haven't completely given up the search you know."

"Speech"