Spring was coming to a close. With it, the dwindling need to couple with another. The phantom was becoming comfortable in the land of her birth. She had settled into a pool of warm water, bubbling slowly from somewhere far below. It eased some of the discomfort that came from her heat. She hummed quietly to herself, the tune of an old lullaby her family had taught her. It was quite dark out, with the moon having shrunk to nothing. She watched the stars, their path across the sky.

The question of her legacy was not something she had thought about often. There were many to continue the line, back in her homeland. Now, she wondered if she should have tried. Svetovid was nowhere to be found, and whether he had settled down with someone was unknown. Did she have nieces and nephews somewhere? There was a chance she would never find out. For some reason, that was more upsetting than she herself never having pups.

A few night animals were scuffling about somewhere nearby, offering their company to the introspecting dame. Her paws adjusted, front limbs folding over one another as she lounged in the shallows of the springs.

He moved into the area. The scent of the hot springs was hot in his nose. There was an underlying scent too but he did his best to ignore it. A female in heat could mean an easy lay but he wasn't risking pups. His tail was high in the air. He was dominant in the way he moved, confident. He was here to relax. Gabe was well under his paw most likely. He'd be seeing the truth soon. Then it was only a matter of time before their brothers saw the truth.

He moved into the water, the steam blocking his view somewhat. He could see her though. He gave a smile and moved so they could easily see each other. He nodded in greeting and sat, letting the water do it's job. His voice came casually. "hard heat season?" he didn't look at her, in fact he looked up to the sky.

The appearance of another served to interrupt her introspection. Mercury gaze would fall upon the form of a goliath, moving heavily across the hot springs. He came to rest in the same pool, steam obscuring his features. She could see a dark mask upon his features, but that was the extent of it. He spoke, tone cool and disinterested. "Hard heat season?" The question was a bit of a shock. Rarely in her life had she encountered such brazen wolves. They tended to skirt around this issue. He was straight to the point.

"Thankfully, I believe this is my last one." Accented vocals would reply just as calmly, resuming her attention upon the stars above. A soft sigh would escape her lips, and she closed her eyes lightly. The warmth of the springs was soothing.

He let a sigh come from his nose as he lowered himself further into the water. It covered his shoulder and as it his his scars he gave a quiet hiss. He hated things touching them. They were merely a reminder of a life and time where his life had made sense to everyone. Though usually they were just decoration to mark him what the world wanted to see him as, a bad dude with horrible sins under his paws. His ears relaxed backwards ever so slightly. After adjusting he was back to normalcy. His eyes cast to the lady for a moment. Pack clung to her. Why had she not been bred? Didn't normal packs do that to their women? Though he could just assume the alpha wasn't interested in such things. Or he had the wrong impression of pack life. Whatever the case he had never saw fit to join one nor took interest in such things. Her voice though foreign was not displeasing to him. He canted his head ever so slightly to allow the water to touch his darkened chin and view her better. So she was an older female then. Whatever the case he didnt find her to be dreadfully displeasing to his eyes. His tail swayed slowly behind him. Her scent was in one word, intoxicating. A female in heat might of truly gotten to him if he were some young vagabond straight out of childhood. As it stood he had a tolerance to it. He gave a nod to her comment and a hum of thought. "Samael Morningstar, by the way. Though most call me Lucifer. Forgive me for not introducing myself first thing and for intruding but..." he gave a pause to really think out his question. Though it wouldn't hurt nothing he figured. "What is a lady doing away from her alpha and not impregnated by said alpha so late in her heat season? If you don't mind my asking, that is..... he probably sounded so last century with such things but if there was one thing he knew it was that most ladies liked such things. Walk, "Gabriel speaks", "Samael speaks", Think

ooc. lmao laaaate af I'm so sorry Lirri muse is always finicky

It was a few moments before the male spoke. He nodded his head, humming wordlessly in thought. "Samael Morningstar, by the way. Though most call me Lucifer. Forgive me for not introducing myself first thing and for intruding but..." he said. Quite the introduction, for sure. By the way he trailed off, surely he wasn't done. However, one thing needed to be settled before they continued their conversation.

"What would you prefer I call you, Mr. Morningstar?" The dame had no interest in being rude. Was it appropriate to use a nickname, since they were not all that familiar? It was probably best to seek clarification.

"What is a lady doing away from her alpha and not impregnated by said alpha so late in her heat season? If you don't mind my asking, that is....." Of course, her initial reaction was shock. Drawing in a breath, she made a point of counting in her head as she breathed back out. In her homeland, they were somewhat less archaic in belief. The alpha did not keep a harem, but many of the males of the kingdom were wont to breed with their mates every season. Directing her attention back to the male, she tried to remain as polite as possible.

"My leader is a young woman by the name of Heather Adravendi, so I believe she may have troubles.. impregnating me, as you so elegantly put it."

Her question brought a polite smile to his lips. A chuckle came from him. "Well I'd say anything you please. What should I call you then?" he spoke quietly and reveled in the breeze that blew her heat scent upon it to him. It's sweetness was but a small driving force. He had smelled heat before, but still found it hard to resist the temptation it provided. His tolerance was being tested.

She seemed either aggravated or irritated. Perhaps a little shocked but he stayed quiet as she answered his question. She seemed like she was loathe of the idea of a harem though. That answered his question on that then. "Forgive me my lady, I was under the assumption that all packs were so.... horrid in their practices. My estranged father educated me in such ways.... So my education as you could guess is severely lacking." he lifted his head and looked to the sky above. The steam from the springs obscured it somewhat but he could still see it. He then turned his eyes to her and took a deep breath. He aimed an apologetic lick to the spot behind her ear before withdrawing. Damn its hard to resist. but he had to. He couldn't risk having estranged children or children in general.