Sarlet Angel

The small femme approached the alpha, she hung her head low in respect and submission. “I wish to join your pack.” She whispered. She layed low and waited for an answer.

Distract

The shadowy liege approached soundlessly on muscular appendages that had been skillfully embellished with ornate switchblades by some unknown, higher power. He lowered a chiseled jet-black apex to the fire-licked pelt of the strange vixen. Pools of fierce, molten sapphire glittered inquisitively, effectively conveying his thoughts to any creature bold enough to look upon them. Despite the authoritarian poise of his midnight ensemble, something was off. Perhaps it was in the way his caudal appendage swayed disarmingly low about heavily muscled haunches, or perhaps it was the delicate perfume of life's blood that hung over him like an ominous storm cloud. How was anyone to know?

~Scarlet Angel~

The small vixen lowered her head, the silence echoed through the terra. She waited for an answer oh, an answer. If only he would give one.

Distract

The dire wolf considered for a long moment. His voice was soft and even, each word carefully considered, “You may abide here, milady. But only time will prove your fealty.” Then he was gone back into the darkness.