Moon Phase

The goddess paddd towards the land, her bodice held high, sences put to good use as she gazed over the land. It was diverse and beautiful, something she would definetly want in a pack. So with this statement determined the huntress strided past the line between no wolf zone and packland. Her orbs of moonshine were intense as she servayed the area, tiara tilting back as a sweet song of claimance was released for all to hear. Her tone was clear as a bell, strong and true, to any who could determine a persona by a voice. This cadre was hers now, and it was time she set forth to discover who all still resided here.

Darkeyes

Entering the TT, dappled male smelt her almost as he heard her cry of claim. A wolf to be reckoned with, by the sound of the call. Listening until the calls end, he let out an answering call... one of seeking, one of searching... one of peace.

Moon Phase

The vixen turned her bodice, harks erect as a call enters them. Her bod shows all signs of alertness, even though the call was a peaceful one. She herself had learned the dangers of believing everything at first glace, and had payed dearly. Now she would be more careful, and await this lupe whom had sent out the call.

Darkeyes

Hearing no response to his call, he headed to most logical point, and came upon the fae. He quickly lowered his head, knowing that she must rule these lands, and spoke in a quiet, steady voice. "Mother-one!" The word was one that, in his former pack, had indicated respect for an alphess. "Might I abide here with your pack?"

Moon Phase

The huntress stood, slightly stunned by the unusualy name, but the tone was nothing threatening. With only a nod, she accepted the brute, but her trap parts soon after. "You may live within my lands, but it is only I whom resides here. I fear the rest of the once existant pack has ceased to exist, at least here."

Darkeyes

He smiled a little, noting her response to the title. "Mother-one is a title of great respect where I come from. It indicates a knowledge that they are above you in skill, a fear of their wrath, and, on a certain level, a fondness. It is the title we use for the first male. As for the other, it matters not our numbers, but our strength, don't you think?" And he grinned.

Moon Phase

The duchess allowed a smile to fall on her own features. This male was smart, and theer was something charming about him. His odd words perhaps? It didn't matter.

"Yes that is right. You are quite a smart one yourself, you know."

Darkeyes

He recieved her compliment with a nod. "My thanks. And might I return it, for it is obvious to me that to rule a land by oneself takes a great deal of smarts, and skill." He smiled crookedly again. He was a little awkward around females, having grown up without them, but he was very good at experimenting. He attempted to make another compliment. "Your Moon is Pretty this time of year," he said, his eyes only resting on the Sky's Orb for a moment before shifting to her.

Moon Phase

Her dial moved to nod at his first comment, he only knowing the smallest bit of it. To lead a pack was to have the soul of a leader and a follower, to know when to listen to a suggestion and when to use it. To protect a land, with a partner was difficult, alone is almost impossible. A sigh excaped her lips as her moonlie pools looked up to observe their name sake, the reason she had been named as such, and possible the reason for some of her actions. Her mother had said all fae's carried the power of the moon within, all 3 faces of it. She had grown on this concept so much that it would seem it were true if u were to look at her alone.

Her thoughts were lost as again Darkeyes spoke, a smile appearing. Oh how she did love this moon. Her pools looked to him.

Darkeyes

He smiled, happy that she had accepted his complement. He was usually so awkward around females. Growing a little bolder, he allowed himself to look her over, taking in her shimmering pelt, her sleek figure, her luminous eyes: eyes that held the mystery of all the ancients in their depths. Eyes that held the capability to love, to trust. Eyes which, so he thought, must have held some old pain to make her so wise in her ways. He spoke not a word, but let his gaze do the talking.

Moon Phase

The goddess shook her dial, turing to gaze at her moon yet again. Her lids shut, her nares opening further as a long intake of air was made. With this a breeze seems to flow past on cue, dancing about the area, playing with the pelts of both lupines before fading off behind them. As it did her lids opened again to reviel her silver spheres and a smile spread to her features. "A hunt" Her voice was in a whisper, but it carried an interesting tone.

Darkeyes

He lifted his own cranus, nares flaring as he scented the wind. He smiled in return, and took a small bow. "Femmes first!"

Moon Phase

The goddess made a slight nod before lifting onto her pistons. Her bodice stretched before she turned to the mascu. "Unlike others, this hunt shall be among the humans supply. I find the sheep to be a satisfying meal on full moons such as this night."

Darkeyes

He grinned, baring canines in pure pleasure. "As you will, m'dear." He turned on the charm. "Lead the way."

Moon Phase

The huntress continued to grin, bodice turning as she made her way out. They would head towards the sheep pasture. It was her favorite of the humans livestock.