Thankfully, she'd ensnared the male not far from Yfir as her jaw was already beginning to ache. The healer had struggled briefly several times on the way but a thorough shake and another quick battle quickly rendered him into subservience. Reaching the border of Yfir she dropped her change and howled for Katja. Verdant stare rested harshly on the male who refused to meet her gaze. "You belong to Yfir now. We have pups and need of a healer." D?gmar laid the situation out before the male, knowing all to well he was likely to attempt an escape if she hadn't made it clear that they had need of him. The compassionate and self-righteous were easy to manipulate.
Shilah was dropped on the border like a slain goose. Just deposited like prey. His head was throbbing, sending little stars across his vision. It was no question the male had a concussion and now a large gash across his left shoulder that was bleeding heavily. He tried to process what was going on around him. His captor spoke? something of pups? and a name he didn't recognize. A weak snarl spilled from his lips. "You? should?. haveasked." Shilah was a kind male, willing to help those in need regardless of the packs they belonged to. All she needed to was ask and instead the heartless bitch chose to capture him? Shilah rarely felt fury but it shook now in his chest, mixing with the pain in his head and shoulder. He felt sick.
She was patrolling the borders, which had been her habit while the leader of Ebony and one she was not going to allow to fade. Even were they not under immediate threat of retaliation from the Olympus family the world was a dangerous place, filled more with enemies than friends, and Yfir could never afford complacency.
The call from Daegmar was unusual, though not alarming as it did not sound like an emergency. Still, the viking remained cautious as she traveled the short distance across the territory to intercept the call. The tableau awaiting her - Daegmar standing guard over a bleeding, unknown male - earned a raised eyebrow. "What have you been doing, Daegmar?" she asked mildly, surveying the both of them. The male she fixed with a cold gaze as she awaited Daegmar's reply. Was he a trespasser? If he were he would be dealt with harshly.
D?gmar smirked as the male spoke. "I'm looking for a more? permanent solution to our predicament. Don't worry. You'll be treated well as long as you behave." He didn't reply so she settled down on her haunches and rocked back and forth softly humming to herself. What could she say? She was pleased with herself! Soon Katja came along and D?gmar stood. Offering her a nod of respect and welcome. "Good morning, Drottning! I have captured a healer. He bears no pack scent so I'm guessing he's a loner. Since we are a warlike pack and lacking anyone to help with injuries I thought it would be prudent to collect one." She reached out her right forepaw and patted the brutes head with a grin on her face.
Daegmar's words didn't bring a sense of disgust to the viking - how could they, when the viking culture had made its wealth in the trade of slaves rather than gold taken in raids? It wasn't even unusual for the slaves taken to have experience in healing. She dipped her head approvingly at the gray warrior. "You took a risk in doing this," she noted. "My previous alpha would not likely have approved of your methods of acquiring a healer." She had often had to scale back her actions when she'd joined Ebony, and even after she'd become alpha of Ebony and needed to preserve it's culture for the children. She did not blame the Xanilovs for such - it had been her choice to do so. But still it felt good to move past that. "I am pleased you have taken the initiative in this, Daegmar. I doubt not that he will be put to good use in our pack." She turned her attention to the newly-taken thrall and her voice turned cool and remote. "Go tend to your wounds, thrall. You will be given your expectations and boundaries shortly - for now you will be restricted to our territory in the gorge and you will follow ever command given you by Daegmar." She shifted her attention to Daegmar and nodded once more. "You've done well here, Daegmar."
D?gmar practically beamed with pride as Katja complimented her on her catch. It was true most alphas would not have found what D?gmar did to be that? morally correct. Katja had an aire of honor about her that always made D?gmar a bit wary but as the femme had opted to keep the children of the Olympians she'd gathered that this little tresspass wouldn't be met on too harshly. After all she'd made sure to pick out a loner so they wouldn't have to deal with another pack vowing retribution on them.
"Thank you, Drottning. I'm glad you're pleased. His name is Shilah?. of the? nomads, was it? Yes, nomads. Listen you, that's Katja, the Drottning, the queen of Yfir. She calls, you answer. Now come, lets get you settled in."
