Niavo

The ebony hybrid was a bit reluctant to live so near to where his late brother resided. He felt guilty of Twilight's suicide, and even more so for loosing track of his brother's offspring. If only he knew that their own offspring - his great niece and nephews - were still alive, he'd try to find them. As it was, Niavo was sure he was the only survivor of Black Fyre and Hueros.

As the brute reached the boarder of the Avalanche Grove, he held back, nose to the wind as he sorted through the various scents. And finally, he lifted his muzzle higher and gave a howl to the leads. It was time he lived in a pack again.

Soleda

The haunting call reached the steely harks of the alpha female, and she heaved herself to her feet, stiff and wondering. From the tone, she could tell it was a male, and a foreign one. Pregnant as she was, she knew she was significantly less capable of defending herself as she had once been, but, after waiting several moments and not hearing the responding call of her mate, she shrugged to herself. After all, if she were to die, there would never be a finer day for it, and Abamacho would see that whoever caused her death died in a slow and particularly painful fashion, which was as much as she could do herself. So she turned to trot slowly to the call.

Fortunately, Niavo's contact with Abamacho was recent enough that he still smelled like her mate, and so her high-held tiara gave the faintest of nods, her perpetual smirk in place as always. I see Abamacho has recruted someone else to join in our devlish festivities. I am Soleda, mate to Abamacho, alphess of this terra. Who are you?

Abamocho

He trotted back home, blood staining his pelt, both his own and anothers. It would remain a secret, to even his dear mate. He didn't know if she knew Hidden, prayed she didn't. He hadn't killed her, merely given her a...Harsh warning so to speak. She had come to him, angry and confused and out of that anger had attacked him. He could forgive her, for now at least. He nuzzled his mate as he came near, and turned his own smirk upon Niavo. Nice to see you came, brother. He didn't know Niavos name, but the males scent lingered in his astute mind from another time, another place.

Niavo

Dipping his head in a polite greeting, he spoke, "A pleasure to meet you both. I'm Niavo, son of the late Hueros and late Black Fyre." Slowly, the hybrid raised his head to an appropriate level, tail hanging loosly behind him. "If I may ask, what other members are there in this pack?"

Soleda

Her smirk remained in place throughout the entire recital, though she leaned slightly against Abamacho as he came to greet them. At least this new member had manners. He knew what respect was due an alpha. So when Niavo spoke again, she replied. We had accepted other members, but I have not seen any of them in some time. And, of course... there will be small ones here very soon. Her voice was cold, but then, it always was. Nothing personal. Besides, as pregnant as she was, he could easily see her swollen belly and make his own guesses.