The pines were stripped clean of their greenery during this season, covered in thin lines of white snow that fell from the sky. Recently Lova had been promoted to dame, and with war approaching she felt the need to meet who she could when she could. At this time, she had never met any of the kings children, even though she had wished to. After all, children of such high blood quality, she knew herself among anyone in the pack, were magnificent beings. Lova longed to have the King?s children one day - in the hopes they would join their siblings - for the cause in the empire. Lova had heard plenty of stories, of Taurig, and others as well. Though she really hadn?t expected such a thing to happen, his betrayal had come slightly as a shock to her. In the back of her mind she hoped none of the sons she gave birth to would end up like that. The dame was patrolling for someone to speak to, and possibly get together a slight training exercise for the war. They were strong, but it didn?t mean that miscommunication wouldn?t get the best of them. Lova had experienced that first hand, from the faulty king and his harem at home(back in russia), they would have died if it hadn?t been for her father. It was a fact the strong would survive and the weak would die, and the weak who were lucky enough to find a strong guardian were an exception. Her cyan eyes looked from side to side, and it was clear by her composure that she was glad to have the rank she had. She was a commander, but she was not a big part such as Isar and Argent. At first Lova had wished she could be in Argent?s position, but after meeting the woman she had gained a sense of respect and logical thinking about the girl. Her children were definitely lucky at that though, Lova couldn?t help but to silently be jealous. As the strange colored snow dame walked through the pines, she kept these thoughts on the down low. Impressions seemed to be everything to her family, and even though Lova saw herself as different, she had her place and they had there?s. Lova loved to meet others, she loved to respect, and she loved to figure out. There was many instances in which she decided in mere seconds whether she liked someone or not. Lova had to admit that she, didn?t know what went through their heads, but she sure as hell wished she did know. Speech,

Her bleached paws would glow in the mid day sun as she found herself out and about during the day. She would keep herself in the shade as she found it painful to be out in the snow with the sun out. The intensified reflection off of the frozen water was enough to cause her blidness, so to keep her vision protected she would hang out under the snow covered canopies. Her audits would be alerted to another's presence before her vision, the crunching of the snow under determined paws. Impra's blood red gaze would search out the she wolf's form, trying to discern her from the background of bright snow. What her purpose was Impra could not be sure, but it was obvious she lived in the pack and quite obvious she held a bit of rank. There were few who Impra had spoken to in the pack yet, simply her families company was all she had, but that did not disappoint her. Now though, this she wolf would cross her path and be another on the list of pack mates. From the shady perch she took lyrics would caress the air waves, Hello there. Her presence was made known.

Just within her luck, there was an albino child in front of her. Just what she had been looking for as a slight happy sadistic smile rose on her features. No wolf said she was nice, she was just as normal as she wished to be. The lady was obviously not liking being out in the day like this, Lova knew white ones like them had problems with their eyes. It was their duty to protect the blood wasn?t it, so she used her body to block the sun as she approached and dipped her head towards the girls greeting. "It's a pleasure to see you out at these hours my lady." Lova knew not her name, nor why she was out here, but there was no harm in learning. Her black tail flicked back and forth as her cyan eyes softly looked over the woman's features. The dame sat on her haunches and curled her tail around her hind legs. "My name is Lova, I've been looking to meet as many of Isar's blood and trusted wolves as I can. With war approaching, it can't hurt to get to know each other a bit can it? Might I saw you have a lovely coat of fur." Lova said with a dip of her head. Her body still blocking the sun for the convenience of the small empress in front of her. It was clear the respect Lova showed was genuine. Maybe her loyalty ran blind, but the woman saw the world differently. Maybe anyway, in that sense she felt sorry for herself not knowing of the world. Speech,

The dame would sit before her, nod in acknowledgment would be seen as her commentary began. "It's a pleasure to see you out at these hours my lady. My name is Lova, I've been looking to meet as many of Isar's blood and trusted wolves as I can. With war approaching, it can't hurt to get to know each other a bit can it? Might I saw you have a lovely coat of fur." It seemed obvious she had knowledge of albinos and their ailments, her affliction with light slightly obvious in her actions. A light smile would tinge her rosey lips at the acceptance of the compliment, she did have the most luxurious of winter coats. Her head would visibly be held higher in the pride it brought with it. She knew how gorgeous she was but she adored being told she was gorgeous. The blood of her father surely brought her perks in the pack, the fragile assistance of the marked she dove for instance. Sun would scarcely find itself in her eyes as Love covered the blinding orb. "Yes. shame you haven't seen it in the moonlight." She would entice as lyrics left salmon skin. "Isardis has made my lovely body, but I inhabit and keep its luxurious condition. The perks of having such a father have been rather lavish, I wont deny I've enjoyed myself." She would go on, her father the obvious reason she was what she was. Though with the second generation she found herself even more impressive than the ghostly King. "Impra is the name bestowed upon me." She would add as she was sure the dame was curious of what Lady she spoke to. "I come from the same litter as Satis." She would add to make the family ties more obvious.

Satis was the one with the strange markings, right? Lova tilted her head slightly, but kept a friendly gaze upon the girl. She certainly thought she was royalty didn't she, and that didn't bother her, Lova was a fairly flexible and strange dame. One who was commendable at least, and loyal to the king no matter who their enemies or friends were. She gave a small nod off her head, just to tell her that she knew who she spoke of. "I'll look forward to seeing it in the moonlight then," she said in soft tones. The woman who was larger then her seemed to know her way around, so Lova would know always to tread lightly. "So how are you feeling as far as the war goes my lady?" Lova asked, maybe that was a bit too straight forward but she was on a mission to find out. Her black tail twitching slightly at the end. She liked Impra already, it didn't look like it, but she did. Enjoying another one's company was what Lova did. No matter who they were or what they did. Yet, she was careful not to converse with enemies to avoid Isar's wrath. Speech,

It seemed that Lova could possibly have not known who Satis was, she was unsure how long the dame had been included in the Glaciem ranks. It didn't matter too much, eventually she would know the pack especially if the she wolf was loyal to the King. Impra would have to focus on that aspect of her life, she knew hardly anyone with any type of certainty save her sister. "So how are you feeling as far as the war goes my lady?" Her thoughts were turned from family so suddenly she almost had to ask the girl to repeat herself. War, and the coming events. "I look forward to blood staining my teeth." She would smirk excitedly, the thoughts of their future battles dancing in her mind. "And you, dear Lova? Will you be fighting by my side as well?"She would ask curiously.

Lova watched the girl, oh yes, that was a nice thing to hear. She tended to hate it when others weren't ready to support the pack they were in. Impra was of Isar's blood, so she wouldn't expect any less anyway. Yes, the blood would be nice, and it was a time for Lova to show off her skills. Hopefully they'd be enough. A soft smile rose on her features. "Of course, I can't put my new position to shame. It is a commander, and I will always be willing to fight by our kings side." Lova answered. It would be a great to show off her skills. Even if she lost on her end, there were others to back her up. And hopefully Isar wouldn't hold it against her too much. Lova saw losing as a good experience, towards the day when she would love to win again. Speech,

The albino royal would wonder silently where this girl had come from, she had not the traits of any her blood carried. Her fierce loyalty was commendable however, so with those regards she deserved her respect. She wanted the glory her battle would bring, the honor of a scar. She wished to crunch her enemies bones beneath her teeth, yes she craved the coming battles. "Of course, I can't put my new position to shame. It is a commander, and I will always be willing to fight by our kings side." It seemed the dove would also be her father's chosen. An eyebrow would raise at her proclamation. She was from proud lines, and from the way she held herself it would seem as though Impra were a princess. She held grace and beauty, but being the daughter of such a lord she possessed the skill of battle. A warrior goddess to be admired and inspired by. "I certainly look forward to the day." her bleached maw widening into a more toothy grin, her intimidating incisors gleaming.

Lova was right, the royals truly were fascinating. She enjoyed Impra, not enough to want to spend time with her, but she was one of those personalities. Her tail wagged back and forth when she got to see those teeth. She was amazing Lova loved it, a small chuckle broke her throat. One that praised the albino beast. "I will be glad to see you fight, if I'm not occupied with my own of course." She laughed a bit, this is what she set off to do though. To see what sort of allies she was with, bonds were important for the future. It was what kept the weak alive, but she wished the weak would either get stronger, or just die off. Because in this world, only the strong survived. Speech,