There was no reason to delay, she needed to make herself known to the other packs. She needed to reestablish herself. And the first pack she intended to visit was this one. She stood at the borders, toes teasing the scent markers. Inhaling, she found his scent intoxicatingly familiar. He had made a little visit to her island. Bass. Lips curled into a devious smile. He was nothing special to look at, but he was still a man. Her tail would lash back and forth as darks plans forged in her mind. Unfortunately for him, she liked her man much larger. But there was no reason why she couldn't play games with him, lure him into her trap before her jaws would clamp down on his throat. No. Killing alliances didn't make for a very good reputation. But then again she didn't really care about her reputation. She would tear this world apart if she thought it would benefit her. Silver crown would tip back, letting loose a summons for the pale man. She would begin to move, sashaying back and forth along the border, walking a fine line between trespassing and not. A perpetual smirk toyed with her dark lips as she waited for the man to show his face. She didn't want to speak with anyone else but him, nor did she want anyone else's presence. He had the misfortune of stumbling upon her shortly after she killed the ivory fool on her island, and therefore earning her infatuation. Perhaps it would pass, perhaps it wouldn't. All she knew was he had gotten tangled up in her game with no chance of freeing himself,, unless she cut the strings.

The voice that called to him was one that shook his memory. He knew that voice, but where from? Ears fully alert and nose quivering, he tried to pick up the girls scent as he made his way to the borders. It was then that he saw her, teasing his border with her toes. Caraleya. It would be a long time until that name would leave his mind, she was rather ingrained on it. The woman was a wrap of darkness and mystery, she was unpredictable and wild. Since their first encounter he had been wary of the islands, but it seemed that she had found her way to his home. Bass eyed the woman, approaching her head on with his own head held high. "Cataleya, what brings you to my borders?" He asked, able to keep his voice strong and have it not quiver. She was a creature of a whole different kind, and he was still rather uneasy around her. But he needed to buck up, she smelled of other wolves. A brow rose, was she now an alpha in these lands? He had heard whispers of a few packs disbanding and leaving Alacrita behind, Indarra thankfully one of them. But Cat did not strike him as a wolf who would settle for being handed something, he had heard the cries of what he still thinks to be her victim. Now that would be a fighter to watch, this bold temptress before him.

He would be the one to answer her call, much to her pleasure and amusement. The last time she had seen him was on the island, shortly after she murdered that tiny man. She had her suspicions that he might know what she did, but if he did, he didn't let on. "Oh Bass, what a pleasure to see you again." Sultry words fell from dark lips as she ignored his question at first. He had jumped right to the point, not even offering a polite greeting. A devilish grin curled her lips as she leaned towards him, her nose crossing over the border while her feet remained planted. "If you must now right now, I've come to establish a standing with my neighbors." Her sweet coo dripped like honey off her maw. It was so tempting to just step across the border and invade not only his home, but his personal space. But before she grew so bold, she needed to gauge his reaction, the last thing she needed was to start a war over hurt feelings. Coral pools swept over his face, soaking in every detail. Anticipation had muscles rippling beneath her pelt as she waited for his reaction. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He eyed the dame with a way expression, not sure how to judge this flame of a woman. He knew that she was teasing his boundaries, just as she had done before. He closed the gap between them -- mostly. There was still about a foot or two between them as he came to rest on his rump, his tail curling about his paws. "Always a pleasure, Cataleya." He said, her name easily falling from his lips. He would not easily forget this regal Queen, as she made it known to him in her next statement. Ah, so he had been right. His brow remained risen as he eyed her closely, grinning slightly. "And who's domain have you taken, Queen Cataleya?" He said, ears somewhat falling back. Maybe if he played her little game she would make a strong ally. Not like he was one for games. He was quite confused when it came to this silvery woman, he didn't know how to tip toe around her to avoid that dark cloud that loomed above her. He was too pure a soul to see just how deep her darkness went, he had no idea what she was capable of. "And you have come only for talk of politics? I thought chat like that bothered you." Bass teased, even a jester in times like these.

It was such a small distance that sat between them. He would seat himself, her name rolling comfortably off his tongue. He would question how she came into power, his pale ears falling loosely against his skull. She would chuckle darkly, mischief dancing across her features. "The old Nifhlem pack in the west, now renamed Arcanum." Power rippled through her tones as well as her veins. Dark power rolled off her in gentle waves, creating a danger zone around her, and yet he sat within it. He would tease her, and a brow lifted. So he wanted to play games. Then they would play. "You have no idea what bothers me." Husky tones felt like silk, dripping from her lips, oozing sex. Her lips would twitch in the faintest of smiles, her gaze zeroing in on him as she stepped across her border so that her nose was only centimeters away from him. Silvery plume would lash slowly back and forth, muscles ripping beneath her pelt, waiting for him to react to her intrusion. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Ah, Nifhlem. He had heard nothing good about that pack, and it was gone before he knew any better. He never bothered to make his way out there, not after the whispers he had heard about the woman who ruled the land. He always knew that Cataleya had been an alpha type, there was no doubt about it. Dominance practically seeped from her pores, so it was little shock to him that she now lead a pack of her own. His own brow rose at her next words, and he was no fool. He picked up on her tone, practically saying 'sex' to him. But still he egged her on. "Spiders and icky things?" He teased, raising a paw and placing it over his lips as if he had spilled a large secret of hers. And then she stepped over his borders, his golden eyes narrowing as he watched her, hackles raising as she sat beside him. "Watch out, I bite." He growled, half a teasing and half a warning. Bass was trying to play his cards right though, this woman was a powerful weapon and would be a very strong ally to have. If he played her little game without bowing in too fast, perhaps all would stay well between them. He defiantly wouldn't mind having her at his side if a war broke out across Alacrita.

He would tease, and it would earn him a dark chuckle. Shaking her head, she would not answering. Spiders and icky things. Such childs play. If he had any idea the things she had done to that man on the island, he would probably drop dead of shock. As she crossed the borders, a growl would leave him, his pale lips curling back. She would mirror his expression, ivory daggers peeking out from beneath dark lips, though her lips curled into more of a twisted smile. His threat would roll off her like water, not phasing her in the slightest. "So do I." Her words were husky, filled with promise and carefully annunciated. Her point was very clear, though it was unspoken. She did bite, and always would be the first to bite. Though she got the idea that her bites were a bite more lethal than his ever would be. They danced a fine line of disaster and friendship. She pressed his patience, looking to see just how much he could take, but also wanting to see just what he could return. She did not want an unequal alliance. She was not someone to be used for protection. If anything, others would asking for protection from her. Lips would relax, though never really lost its twisted smile. Eyes would dance with wicked humor. Jaws remained shut for the moment, allowing him a moment to gather his thoughts before she pressured him more. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He was well aware that he was playing with fire here, and if he wasn't careful it could burn him badly. Her short answer carried much more emotion towards him, making him swallow hard as his teeth still flashed at her. He had no doubt that she was usually the first one to bite, and a small part of him wanted to see what she would do if he bit first. But he wasn't stupid, he waited to see what she was going to do as his hackles raised. Her lips relaxed somewhat, but that twisted smile remained there. Bass forced his own snarl to end, simply raising a brow at her. "None have been so bold to cross my borders, Cataleya." He said, his words a bit guttural as he suppressed another growl. This was not okay though, he had a feeling that if he simply waltzed across her border that there would be blood to pay. Golden eyes narrowed at her, not quite sure where he was going to take this. It was a fine line indeed that they were dancing upon, and the young boy wasn't quite sure how to handle it. "We don't allow trespassers here." He said, testing the waters with her before he did anything rash. Now was not the time to get injured by the silver queen, not to soon after recovering from the last fight he had been in.

He was not happy, to say the least. His words were rough, suppressing a growl. There was no doubt in her mind that he would love nothing more than to sink his fangs in her. His eyes would narrow, before he finally spoke what he had probably been dying to say since she stepped one foot over the border. A low, humorless chuckle would roll off her tongue, eyes dancing with dark amusement. "Are you gonna punish me, Bass?" Sultry words rolled off her tongue in low, husky tones. If it would make him feel better, than she would happily oblige. They both walked a fine line between friendship and enemies. But she enjoyed this dance. It wasn't everyday that she found someone as willing as he to play her game. Muscles flexed beneath her pelt with anticipation, what would he do now? She had practically given him an invitation. He had been enticingly bold, but would he take it a step further? Or would he ruin her fun and step down? She hoped not. If he choose punishment, then she would undoubtedly give him her alliance. But if not.... Well, it would be very unfortunate for him. So she would wait, coral gaze locked on him, audits tipped forward, antiquation made her impatient, but she didn't move, sat as still as a statue. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE