After his run in with the previous queen of these lands his curiosity has been eating him alive. He wonders if anyone has claimed these lands after Artemis had discarded her crown, because if no one had, he had intentions of doing so. He would reach the borders of the Rio Grande River within a short amount of time, his longer and robust appendages carrying him a far greater distance faster than a smaller wolf would be able to travel. Even Mevia has a hard time keeping up with him, sometimes she prefers to hitch a ride on his back to avoid being left behind- but today that would not be necessary. He was already in the south, and so his journey hadn't been a long one. Unknowingly (although if he did know these lands were claimed he would trespass anyway) he would cross over into the claimed borders of Apollyon, his massive skull lifted high above his shoulders, his tail curled over his hips, and his lips creased into the formation of an aggravated sneer. So far he has not seen any wolves, and the scent that resided within the pack was not too strong. Perhaps it was the left overs from Artemis' members? He bounds deeper into the territory, and it is not until he can smell the rivers fresh water that he is stopped straight in his tracks. Before him, only a few yards away, stands the lone crimson figure of a small woman. He has never seen a wolf draped in the silks of blood, and her otherworldly appearance instantly captures his attention. Mevia bounds a few feet in front of him, her rosy colored nose sticking out as she sniffs the stranger. Neios does the same, and realizes it is her scent that lingers within these lands. So, this territory was claimed then? Pitiful. "And who the fuck are you." Boisterous lyrics seep from his slackened jaw, his frigid gaze narrowing as he waits to see what this woman will do to a trespasser. Speech,

The carmine empress has just crossed over into the rolling hills of her territory when the overpowering musk of an intruder engulfs her lungs. Her ears pin flat against her skull, her lips lifting to fully reveal her rows of razor sharp teeth. How dare someone intentionally invade her home, her family's home, her personal space? Hastily the infuriated empress turns toward the direction of the scent, dirt being kicked up around her as she sprints toward the intruder. It takes a few minutes for her to cover the ground that separates them, and as she draws closer to the scent, a massive and masculine form steps into her view. She is overwhelmed by his obvious size advantage, even from a distance she can see he will tower feet above her smaller form. She comes to a halt a few feet away from them, her eyes narrowing as the strangers gaze lifts to align with hers. A pale yet rosy hued mongrel suddenly bounds toward her, and she feels her defenses immediately fall into place. She is ready to fight to the death to protect her family and keep her crown, even if that meant she lay lifeless against the earth when they were done. "Get out of my pack lands before I remove your head from your shoulders." Lips remain peeled back as she flashes her fangs at him, her jaws snapping in a vicious taunt. She could feel the tension between them intensifying, and she was prepared to lose a lot of blood at the expense of protecting her people.

Her reaction is not one the beast expects. He is used to opponents fleeing in the face of his wrath, but this little woman seemed to have a head filled with air. Her response to his question would be a threat, and he would set his defenses effortlessly as he glared daggers at the puny red woman. He would dominate her just as he dominated everyone. Carelessly, and easily. "Mevia, attack." He breaths a single command, his Amethyst eyes not daring to trail away from the volcanic gaze of his opponent. He wants to see how this woman will react to a wolverine trying to attack her. If Mevia could manage a successful attack, he would go in for the kill, and he would take her pack lands and morph them into his own. Immediately upon hearing her command, Mevia sprints into action. The wolverine attempts to bound directly toward her crimson opponent, her rosy lips curled to reveal her rows of guillotine-like fangs. Sharpened claws kiss the earth with every step, she is ready to not only sink her fangs into flesh, but her claws as well. She hopes to draw close enough to where she could launch herself from the earth when reaching a foot or so away from Fiamette, hoping to use her forward momentum to propel herself directly into the center of the wolfs chest. Right paw extends outwards as she attempts to sink her right claws into the wolfs left shoulder, her left paw also extending as she attempts to sink those claws into the wolf's right shoulder. With jaws splayed open, she attempts to grasp the center portion of the wolfs throat between her smaller jaws. She hopes to secure a tight grip and not only choke her, but rip her throat severely by tugging back on whatever flesh she manages to grasp. Speech,

A few seconds of time pass before the man speaks again. She feels her muscles tighten at his words, he has just commanded his minion to attack her. She feels outnumbered, vulnerable, but she will not back down from a challenge. She snaps her jaws viciously toward the bounding wolverine, and as she small animal launches itself into the air, she attempts to bound toward her left. Her dodge attempt is not completely successful, as the wolverine manages to sink her right claws into Fiamette's right shoulder, and her fangs sink into the right side of her scruff. An agonizing snarl bubbles within her throat, her head twisting toward the wolverine as she attempts to bite the center of her right rib cadge, hoping the pain will cause her to release the tight grip on her scruff. Her fangs sink deeply into Mevia's rib cadge, and the snarling demon releases her grip on Fia's scruff, her jaws turning toward Fia's face as she snaps in protest. The carmine goddess is so caught up in the wolverines snapping that she does not notice the massive man hurdling toward her. "speech"

The monster stands motionless as he watches his companion spring into action, frigid amethyst gaze not daring to leave the scene that was about to unfold before him. Mevia goes directly in for an attack, launching herself forward in an attempt to grasp the woman's throat- but instead, the crimson woman bounds toward her left, and Mevia only manages to grasp her scruff and a single shoulder. He knows Mevia can not take wolves down by herself, and that is when he comes in. Without warning he erupts from the earth, dirt flying behind him as he sprints toward his opponent. It is now that he can fully see how much of a size advantage he has against her, he literally towers over her due to his massive form and robust appendages. He attempts to ram directly into her while she is distracted by the snapping fangs of Mevia, his right shoulder jutted out as he aims to smack it directly into the woman's throat. He knows Mevia will release in time to avoid being hit, so he does not worry about her position. Jaws unhinge to fully open as he attempts to bite down on the woman's exposed skull, intending to have his top teeth sink into the beginning of her spinal cord, and his bottom fangs grasp flesh between her eyes. He wants to secure a tight grip and pull back with all his might, his intentions being to sever her head from her shoulders. Speech,

She has no time to react before the wolverine releases her grip on her scruff and her claws release her flesh, her small form falling toward the earth and bounding away from the fight. Fiamette feels a sense of pride wash over her, but her victory is short lived, as now she has to deal with the massive beast. His shoulder comes straight for her, and she tucks her chin and pulls herself toward her left in an attempt to have him miss the center of her throat. Instead his shoulder smacks into the left portion of her chest, her eyes clenching as she fights back the howl of pain that lurks behind her tongue. Her eyes snap open again, her volcanic orbs trailing upwards as she makes a seconds time decision. His throat is danging right above her, and she immediately gapes her jaws wide open, and goes for a bite in the center of his exposed throat. In sync with her bite she attempts to shove herself upwards into his chest, hoping to use her body weight and sudden movement to push him over or away from her. ""

As his jaws open to attempt to grasp the woman's skull, he feels the flesh that covers his throat begin to burn. He attempts to pull his head away from her, as he does not know what she has just done to cause him pain- but as he reels backwards, she is brought with him. She has grasped his throat between her jaws, and to his surprise she is not done there. She forcefully shoves herself into his chest in sync with her bite, which causes him to back peddle. He steps wrong on his hind left leg, and without warning he is suddenly toppling toward the earth, the carmine babe's fangs still locked around his windpipe. A vicious snarl erupts from his clenched jaws, he cannon't believe he is being quelled by an insignificant nymph. How had she managed to grab his throat so swiftly, how had she managed to push him back just enough to where he would step wrong? This was bullshit. Amethyst eyes slide toward his right, his gaze searching desperately for Mevia, the disgust and rage he feels glazing over his eyes. Mevia looks over and makes eyes contact with Neios, but she is defenseless now because she cannot interfere again. He is forced to submit. "Speech"

Success! She manages to grasp the man's throat between her jaws, her sudden forward shove assisting her by bringing him to his knees. She stands over him now, her grip around his throat tightening with each breath she takes. She does not want to release him, hell she would kill him if she could, but something about this man screamed superiority. She needed more members in her pack, so why not force him to stay as punishment for his crime? After he falls limp and silent, she releases his throat, and takes a step back. Volcanic orbs glare at him with intensity, her brows narrowed as she speaks to him with authority present in her tone. "To pay for your crime you will stay within Apollyon for as long as I should need you. You seem like a capable warrior, you are the first to ever make the first move against me. For that, I'd like to offer you a decent rank within my home." She stands motionless as she speaks to him, her defenses raised as she does not know if he will get up and try to attack her again.

Their heavy pants are the only noises breaking the silence that surrounds them, both wolf's equally tired from their aggressive sprawl. When the woman releases his throat he gasps for air, his lungs desperately inhaling oxygen as she had been squeezing his windpipe with her fangs. As she takes a few steps back he instantly seeks to roll onto his belly and propel himself upward with his massive legs, wanting to stand straight up and not wallow around on the earth like a defeated mongrel. She glares at him with intensity, and he shoots daggers right back at her. She speaks, and he is amused with her petty offer. Bemused laughter seeps from his slackened jaw, his ebony lips creasing into a smirk that clearly states his doubts in this woman. "I will only stay here if your members prove to be as... cunning, as you are." He mocks her skills by using an exaggerated tone, it is obvious he is not ready to fully commit himself to her, but what can he do? She had won fair and square, meaning he had to stay within these pack lands unless he wanted another beating. She reminded him of Cataleya, which was a good, but also very bad, thing. Mevia rushes toward her masters side, her body raising as she lifts herself onto her hind legs. She sniffs at Neios' bloody throat, her mind racing as she thinks of ways she can help heal her masters wound. "Neios" "Mevia"

As the man moves to stand on his feet she feels the muscles that line her superb bodice tighten, she is unsure if he is aiming to attack her again, or just stand himself up. When he does not immediately attack again, she feels herself begin to relax, but her unwavering guard never falls. He laughs at her offer, and she feels the rage within her belly ignite. She has just offered him a home, she could have killed him, and he laughs at her!? She has a feeling she will bump skulls with this man a lot during his stay in her pack. "And they are." She states, as she has no doubt in her member's capabilities. (not counting the serfs) Volcanic orbs trail the pale figure that stands up and examines her masters wounds, and suddenly a magnificent idea floods into the empress' corrupted mind- Why doesn't she get herself one of those things? After all, it had managed to do a lot of damage to her shoulder, those claws were long and extremely sharp, not to mention the second set of fangs she could benefit from. "Another thing before we part. I want you to bring me one of... those." She does not know exactly what kind of animal the pale white thing is, but she assumes he knows since he has one, and will know exactly where to get another one for her to command.

He is not convinced by her simple statement, instead he finds the youths authoritative tone amusing. She was so small, so young, how had she managed to raise up to an alpha of her own lands? Hopefully this pack wouldn't be a complete waste of his time. As Mevia lifts up to examine his wounds he remains motionless, allowing his small companion to do her duty. His eyes trail Mevia's movements, and it is not until the red woman speaks again that his attention is turned back toward her. Ahh, she wants her own wolverine eh? Frigid amethyst eyes trail the claw wounds Mevia had left on her shoulder, a pleased smirk curling the corners of his lips. Before he can respond Mevia turns away from his throat, her beady red eyes locking on Fiamette. "Mevia can fetch red woman a companion, yes! Mevia has little brother, Marco. He will serve you well, yes!" The wolverine offers up her brother Marco to be the empress's follower, as she knows her little brother will lay his life down in the name of someone more powerful than himself. (just like her) "She will fetch you this Marco, but only if you give me a high rank in return." Ahh, and the negotiation process begins. If he was being forced into staying here he might as well make it worth his while by holding some type of authority. "Neios" "Mevia"