{OOC; Drashyyyy >:D} The ivory Queen would gracefully pace around the large winter structure expanded for miles, seeming even bigger at the time of this winter. She sashayed elegantly down the wall, back and forth, pacing with an almost frustration. She had remembered the little pale wolf whom she had given the title of; "Little Red Riding Hood." She had resided from the pack of Regium, the name now striking a sort of.. Curiosity from the pale woman. She was a hooded assassin, a demon in disguise. She could have easily crushed Miss Little Red Riding Hood between her jaws, oh, but she set her free.. Let her go. Perhaps, it was because her new given information to the Queen was so, useful. And of course, if she would have lied to the woman, Anzhelika would simply track down her perfume and snap her neck in two. The white demon would sigh and sink down upon her haunches, closing her eyes as she let the snow dust itself around an on top of her, littering her coat with pale white flakes, making her part of this wintry scene.

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Drashiel had wandered from Regium, a refreshing stroll through the winter wasteland, both to exercise his muscles and to clear his head.  That moment he'd spent with Roman, that sweet, hot, passionate moment had drowned him and bliss and now that his head was starting to clear he felt a tickle in his chest.  It occured to him their union could produce pups.  Drashiel had slept with other women on his travels and there was a chance that one of those heated nights had produced a litter but that was before Roman.  Things were different now.

Drashiel slowed to a halt as he caught a strange, fowl scent in the air.  Well, well, well… what did we have here.  Emerald eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight as his gaze landed on a large pale, female.  "What serpent comes slithering so quietly across the snows? Shouldn't you be... hibernating?"  The words rolled lazily off his tongue, so casual despite the veiled threatening tone.

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I call her the Devil because she makes me wanna sin She would hear him before she caught his scent, large paw steps disturbing the silencing aura of the winter, the woman's gaze slowly rising to meet that of a large, blankly earthy colored wolf, his appearance not that all entertaining. The words that tumbled from his lips were held with a low timbre, his tone calm, yet she could sense the intensity in the air between them. "What serpent comes slithering so quietly across the snows? Shouldn't you be... hibernating?" A chuckle would escape her lips, the ivory Queen meeting his gaze of Emerald Green. "Serpent is right. Slithering? More like stalking." The words would shoot out of her mouth and shatter like broken glass, her own timbre holding a sort of cold, emotionless tone. "Hibernation? Don't bears do that?" Her voice was softer this time, lighter pitched. She tried to make a joke of it, awkwardly dropping her gaze of gold and violet onto the pale, white snow. The male smelled just like Little Red Riding Hood, both of the wolves holding the scent of Regium's pack. She took little notice of it, though, sinking down upon her haunches and waiting for the male's response. and every time she knocks I can't help but let her in

This woman was an odd one indeed.  He could sense it more than it was anything outward that betrayed her oddity.  She chuckled and he remained silent, cold green eyes taking her in, trying to get a bead on just what made the creature before him tick.  She wasn't close enough to Regium's borders for him to see her as a threat but he wasn't sure if she was pack material either.  Perhaps they'd just have a nice conversation in the snow?

"Aye, bears hibernate but so do serpents… must be something quite tempting for you to be out stalking in the cold." He's gaze shifted past her for a just a moment as she dropped hers.  He allowed the silence to stretch between them.  Others might find it unnerving but he rather enjoyed the quiet.  The stillness.

"Speech"