She was going to be angry with him. Oh so incensed by it all. His mate had a fiery temper that was calm in a way, but made it all the more intimidating. He himself was scared by her, but it did not mean he looked forward to sharing the news with her either. How would one tell the mother of her unborn children that one would be sent to another pack at a young age for diplomatic reasons and marry one of the children of that pack's Alpha? There wasn't any easy way to word it. If they happened to have a female then it would go to Amenti and marry one of Newt's sons. If they only had males, well they would arrange something.

Paws crunched through the snow as he picked his way across the treacherous terrain. It was getting darker and a light flurry of snow was once again falling coating the ground and making it even more of a white winter wonderland. One would have to strain their eyes to see him. All that could really be noticed was his coal black nose, and his colored eyes. The advantages of being completely white. His pelt however was not made for such cold. It was still thin and short, but never once would one hear him complain.

Nostrils flared as he attempted to take in the woman's scent. Her location was currently unknown. Head raised to the sky and the aging male let out a soft croon for her, requesting her presence. Then he sat back to wait. It seemed unfair to make the pregnant woman walk to him, but she was a slippery little devil. Finding her was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. He'd even been lucky to find her den that one time. Just coincidence that he'd stumbled across her scent. With the snow it obliterated any traces of her so he finally had to give up and just call her to him. Hopefully she wouldn't be too pissy.

"Talk"

Loki was a malicious creature, she made few friends and even less lasting bonds. She didn't thrive well when everything was happy and joyous, she liked to pick at festering wounds, to prod the darkness in the coldest reaches of a mind, she loved unraveling the strings of fate and coiling her jaws thickly around that precious orb of sanity, to break a mind a part, to watch a warrior crack and fall into that chasm of unreachable insanity... it brought a shiver coursing along her spine. She was already growing swollen, fat, by the time she was ready to pop she had no doubt that she would barely be able to walk if at all... damn. A call, a soft croon for her had her ears flickering backwards, it came from down the icy mountain. Slowly the obsidian creature turned, emerald hues flickering as they sought her mate... her lover. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her maw, she wondered how many hearts she had broken when she had claimed Nnoitra's precious body as her own. He was hers until he drew his last breath and the reverse was true as well... Loki had never belonged to anyone, it was a bizarre notion, but not one she was entirely displeased with. For all of Loki's bitterness and hatred, she and Nnoitra clicked well together. Slithering to him, her tongue bathed the underside of his maw, her teeth tugging almost playfully as his cheek. A rumbling purr pulling from her vocals as she bathed him in a rare moment of affection. "Hello lover, you have need of me?" Her voice, a deceptive silky caress. Speech,