She'd more or less been lurking around the outskirts of her brothers pack, but keeping far enough away that her scent would not reach them. She'd been debating on whether or not to go see him, but she was still irked and upset by his abandonment. Actually, she was mad at all of them. But her anger was lessening on Jackson, he was the only one she'd really had contact with and that had been recent. The girl stalked through the grasses, sulking as her heat made her mood even more irritating then before. To top it off, running into Liar the other day only made things worse. She didn't really know what herbs to use to ease it though since her mom had chosen to be depressed instead of teach them. Nevertheless, it was done and gone now. So instead, she found a puddle and flopped in it to see if that would help anything. "Too bad we almost made it."

I'm not a bad man even though I do bad things Very bad things; Such horrible things Forsaken moved on, though he didn’t know what his purpose was going to be that day. He moved at a slow, leisurely pace, his golden gaze roving over the territory as he became more familiar with it. He supposed it wasn’t so bad, being with Obscoro and Enigma. He certainly didn’t mind the company of his older brother, though ‘scoro had a lot to learn before Forsaken was to accept him as one of his own. But the brown and white brute had a little more faith in his younger sibling since Enigma took him under his wing. Should he have done the same with Ganta? The thought was shrugged off before Forsaken paused, taking in a foreign scent. Oh? What was this? A wicked grin spread across his lips, golden eyes glinting mischievously. Someone had obviously come to the wrong place at the wrong time. The young man didn’t know the irony in the fact that the female who was present was the daughter of his father’s old enemy. Not that it would have changed her fate if she was not. Forsaken was in a mood, a mood that got darker as he stalked towards the scent of the femme. Her heat scent was teasing him, making him lick his lips. He was a beast, a creature who would be relentless when it came to taking what he wanted. Golden eyes soon fell on the pretty little she-wolf, bearing that oh so natural look that Forsaken just adored. Maybe he’d keep her. “Come now... flopping in a puddle certainly doesn’t seem to be the best sort of behavior for a little lady.” Forsaken cooed, edging closer to the female from her right side. "Talk," 'Think.' But it's not quite what it seems... Not quite what I seem... Aw, Hell... It's exactly what it seems!

It was hot. Or maybe her heat just made her feel hotter then it actually was, but she didn't know since she had never had "the talk" before. And of course, this puddle did little to actually cool her off. It just made her more irritated if anything, souring her mood even more. But that wasn't all. She muttered under breath, thinking about all the things her mother or father should have taught her but didn't, so she had to learn on her own or be taunted by strangers like Liar about things that she couldn't control. With the bitter sting of teats forming, she took a deep breath to calm herself and force them away. Thay was when she smelled a foreign scent, one she didn't think she recognized, but it was definitely male. Turning her head to see where he might be, she jumped a little when a voice sounded from her right. Hackles bristled slightly, the girl standing up as water dripped from her fur. Yellow eyes narrowed at him, "And I suppose sneaking up on people is fitting for a male?" She snorted. What did he know anyway. "Too bad we almost made it."

Oh ho ho, a bit of fire to her heat, hm? Forsaken gave a gentle smile to the femme, the look in his golden eyes holding a mysterious edge. “I did not mean any offense, miss.” Forsaken was edging closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “...and to answer your question I suppose it is not. Though had I alerted you of my presence sooner you would have run away, would you have not?” Gods her scent was teasing, testing him. Forsaken shook his head with a laugh. “But if you’re going to be edgy, miss, you’d best watch yourself. You never know who you’re going to run into.” It was at this Forsaken’s gaze narrowed suddenly with malice, the male licking his lips as he gazed at her. “Now, are we going to do this the hard way? You seem like a bit of a scrapper... Make it interesting for me, will you?” Forsaken’s tail rose dominantly above his back, a wicked grin on his face. “Your move, love.” Like the flick of a switch Forsaken was ready to hurt. This little lady had picked the wrong wolf to get an attitude with. ""

Run? Well, she had never run from anything before. She wasn't like her mom, she didn't run if she could help it. She narrowed her eyes at him as he drew closer, but remained where she was. "I don't run from anything. I'm not afraid!" She growled. Her stare was cold and hard, as if daring him to come any closer. If he did, she would bite his nose off! Then his next statement confused her, and suddenly the male's entire demeanor changed. "Now, are we going to do this the hard way?" She felt a chill go down her spine, and slowly she would get up and face him, her form dripping water. Her hackles bristled as she took a step back. She didn't know what his intentions were, or really what he was talking about. But she didn't like the look in his eyes, not one bit. "W-what are you talking about?" She was on edge, her ears flattening to her skull. "Go away! Leave me alone!" "Too bad we almost made it."

I'm not a bad man even though I do bad things Very bad things; Such horrible things Forsaken let out a dark chuckle. So the little one wasn’t afraid, though she told him to go away? To leave her alone? Her hackles were raised sure, but she certainly looked as though she was more afraid than she’d like to admit. At least put on edge by him. Oh the poor, poor thing! Forsaken allowed his grin to widen, the wicked expression crossing over his features as he took another step towards the maiden. He breathed in her intoxicating scent, his body craving her in more ways than one. “Ahh ahh ahh… I’m afraid I can’t do that, love.” His voice had dipped back to his more charming one for a moment, his golden eyes shining with mischief. “…and if the little dove won’t come quietly…” Forsaken let out a cackle. “I’ll need to take her by force!” Forsaken had started to circle around Holly, testing her, pushing her. How far would she go? Would she run, fight, beg…? Oh this was going to be great fun! "Talk," 'Think.' But it's not quite what it seems... Not quite what I seem... Aw, Hell... It's exactly what it seems!