The luxurious babe was stuck. Her fur was covered in muck. She was thigh high in horrible swamp water. Her paws stuck into the mud beneath the water with each stride. She was in a situation. A gross one at that. Six looked around with a sigh. Her tail flopped in and out of the water as she itched onward. The lush doll attempted to gain some sort of distance. She knew predators lurked the swamps, predators that could over power her with ease. Her purple eyes seemed to shine beneath the moon that shined so bright. A brisk wind rustled the thicket and trees above. The behemoth rolled her shoulders and finally got her grip on things. The water eased, her paws released from the tight mud. She quickly swam to the damp shore with a sigh of relief. Six shook her fur as she got onto the land. Pellets of gross water shot in all directions. The future Queen looked around until she saw a fallen tree, probably knocked over by the storm. She leaped onto it and sat. She dipped with water but she did not mind it. The woman observed the swamps as the night dwelled on.

The man did not have a particular reason for being in such dangerous terrain, but boredom had somehow brought him here. Upon crossing over into the swamp a scene would unfold before him, and he would observe from a distance concealed behind a few long shrubs. It seemed that this woman was stuck knee high in muck, and before Themisto could come to her aid she would begin to free herself. Curiosity would consume him, and he would remain where he was and quietly observe until needed. Within a few minutes she had managed to free herself, and was swimming to the bank. Upon her arrival she would shake her pelt free of liquid, droplets flying in all directions. As she jumped into the log he would come forth, reaching her within a few dozen strides. He could see water still dripping from her pelt, and his head would cock slightly before he would speak. "Ma'am, you alright?" The brunette man would inquire, his tone of voice sincere. She had just went through a tiring ordeal, and being a healer his first concern had been her health. She smelt strongly of Glaciem, but he would not treat her differently, as he was not one to judge despite the hell he had been through due to her pack. He would wait patiently for an answer. Speech,

The Queen sat there and stared off into the distance. Her wet banner slid across her bi colored paws. The ebony beauty closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of nature around her. A flutter of wings. The squeak of a mouth. The bloop of a fish. It was all clear, yet she sat there in such silence. Her eyes tilted up at the pearl within the sky. The darling babe narrowed her eyes at the bright orb. Oh how she loved the Goddess within the sky. She seemed to smile down on the future Queen that evening. Though, her gaze was cut short when pad falls were heard. The woman looked around quickly. Her purple eyes dell upon a mahogany boy who then blurted out with a question. She tilted her head and just stared at him for a few moments. The woman was not one for small talk, but his scent. She inhaled it. A pack? Hmmm. The woman eyed him without any shame as her sultry tones were emitted with such ease. "The damn mud got me good. I am fine. Do not fret." Her voice was serious but each tone was stitched with such darkness that could haunt a being. The woman rolled her shoulders once more. "Who are you?" The question was blunt but she was a blunt woman.

He would wait for an answer, curiosity showing through a gleam within his amber eyes. She would cock her head as well and stare at him before speaking, her voice somber and straight to the point. His ears would cock backwards slightly, and would continue to look up at er while responding. "Themisto Mathias, what is yours?" He would inquire, wishing to know her name as well. He would study her for a moment, admiring her splotched pelt. He had yet to see another with her pattern, and it was very intriguing. He would not change his neutral expression just yet, as the lady had yet to give off a first impression. She seemed blunt, but not in a rude way. Perhaps she was a woman who just knew what she wanted, and how she wanted it. Themisto could respect that. "What brings you to this lovely abode?" He would add, as he wanted to keep this conversation going. Speech,

The ebony bitch stared at him with stern eyes. Her purple pools matching his orange eyes with intensity. Her tail flicked along with her ears. The woman listened to his name. She memorized the face to the scent and the scent to the name. Themisto. The girl mouthed his name before nodding to herself. "I am Six." Those three words could send a lonely man running. They were said with such grace and power. Such intensity radiated from her dark pelt. The woman leaned forward slightly and eyed him without any sort of shame. He asked her another question and the beauty tilted her head in the other direction. "The sake of adventure, of course." The temptress spoke to the truth despite her silver tongue. The girl stared at him with such fierce eyes she could make a man weep with a glance. She inhaled that scent once more. "What pack do you reside in, Themisto?"

Amber gaze would remain stuck on the ebony girl, and as she mouthed his name he couldn't help but smile. It was cute to say the least. She stated that her name was Six, and the man would nod. He wondered if she had a last name, but before he could ask she would continue. So, she was here for some adventure eh? Themisto was here for the same thing. His head would cock slightly when she asked for the name of his pack, and a warning flagged in the back of his mind. She was straight to the point in asking about his home, and with her being a Glaciem wolf he was weary. "Well, Six, my home is in the south. Your king knows where it is." He would respond, surly catching her attention with his knowledge of her king. "Glaciem is quite cold, isn't it?" He would add with a chuckle, though no harm was meant by it. He was simply stating a fact, as he was used to the warm southern temperatures. Speech,

As she asked her question he seemed to tense. Of course Glaciem did not have a good reputation with the delicate packs of Ala. But, she did not care. Any information she could get. The woman was on the hunt for a pack to take. She was dead set on Amenti but her goals would always have a higher level. The darling ebony smirked and nodded lightly. "I assumed he did." The woman was not Isardis's biggest fan. She liked Sendoa much more then the pale man. Though, he would do as a King for now. She would show him she was not just a number. He then asked a question, a weird question. The woman stood quickly and leaped from the tree in such a fluent motion. Like a Feline. Six smiled at him, those lush lashes fluttering over her lavender eyes. "I love the cold.. don't you?" The woman was like a Lioness. She stared at him with keen eyes and her muscles tensed. She did not seek a fight but each of her words were laced with power. The girl was bold and it was obvious.

Suddenly the woman would jump down from her mediocre throne, and despite the close contact he would not backpedal. Instead he would stand tall, his silken bodice relaxed as usual, and his body language neutral. She would ask a question, and Themisto would answer, a smile played across his lips. "Only sometimes. I prefer the warmth in the south." Despite his thick coat and ability to withstand low temperatures he did not favor the cold. After all, who wants to be shivering as opposed to laying in the sun? Not him. "If I may ask, how did you end up there anyway?" He would add a question of his own, as he was curious, but also wanted to keep this conversation going. Who knows, he may end up liking this girl. New friends were always a good thing to Themisto. Speech,

The man was straight and stern. The girl sized him up. She never had her guard down, only when with her boy toy, Aldoro. Her tail was slightly erect and her head was high. That chin was pointed up, giving her a regal look. Her fur danced in the light wind of the night. His words rang though her audits and she nodded. "The cold requires strength and tolerance." The darling babe stared at him with wide eyes, her voice was void of any real emotion. Another question was emitted and she tilted her head once more. Her ears perked slightly. Why did he wanna know? "I sought out a powerful pack and Glaciem is the only one that has actually shown their worth in these lands." Her words were strong and she lacked guilt. They may have sounded like a stab but they were just the truth. "I joined but now I have more plans. I require more room to.. grow." A salmon pink tongue slithered across her inky lips.