The queen came out of her den, nauseous but still standing. It had almost been a week since her meeting with Burke, and now she was almost sure she was indeed pregnant. Absinthe had told her a bit about it when she was younger. Not that she had paid attention, really. But she definitely could feel it, in her bones, in her soul, everywhere. She was excited, yet scared at the same time. What would the pack think of her?

She couldn't finish that thought as a loud howl filled the air. Another one on their borders? Now? UUGH, perfect timing. Malice stretched her legs, feeling a bit wobbly and unstable, but still intact. She made her way slowly to the borders, where she saw the most cheesy thing ever. Two white wolves, just rolling about in front of her doorstep, both stained in the smell of blood. She snorted softly. She was unable to tell if they were brother and sister or lovers, but both were equally as bad. She had a headache, and the smell of blood wasn't going to help that. Her face turned emotionless, her faint yellow eyes, one scarred, staring at the two of them.

Find somewhere else to play. She barked. She didn't have time for nonsense, she was a pregnant woman trying to survive emotional struggles! Part of her wanted to scream; GET OFF MY LAWN! but she kept all the anger inside, changing into a ticking time bomb.

The male turned, revealing his weird yet oddly charming mismatched eyes. Her thoughts went to the young Cicero, a sort of friend, and he seemed alright. But that was Cicero, the weirdo, though mismatched eyes were now known to be of an odd wolf. and yep, her thoughts had been totally right. The two of them looked totally bunkers, something she could relate too. Judas would definitely get along with them.

I am. She responded to his question, eyebrows both raised in surprise. She was flattered, really. She only got called queen by Silver and Sage, if she remembered correctly. It still made her dream come true every time. She was a leader, and what a fine group of followers she had. Some with glorious purpose, some destined to be on the losing side.

Welcome, I am Malice Lanius, leader of the Moonlit Wolves. She introduced herself calmly, yet her voice shaking. Not in fear, but because the sick feeling she had. An oracle? I only hail to Satan, does he speak to you too? She asked, curious to how these beings thought.

She listened carefully to the two nutcases before her that she kinda digged. Sure, they were bonkers, but that made them interesting. The Gods had led them the wrong way though, for there was no place here for them. Would they take kindly to that fact, or would the woman called Byll send Satan to come and get her? Would she be cursed?

Two eyes, one scarred, looked confused, puzzling. She was flattered by the male for sure, but she was pregnant. There was no way she would start anything with anyone now. I am flattered that the Gods have sent you to my home, but unfortunately, I think they have made a mistake. Even the Gods don't know everything, no offense. She responded, choosing her words careful to not make them angry. 

Sorry, I'm just a bit dizzy. She answered, not giving the cause for her nauseous feeling. It wasn't his place to know her private life. Not even the pack knew about it. 

Malice smiled, a wicked gesture really, but she couldn't help it. Whoever these creatures were, they were welcome here. Actually, Malice had her fingers crossed, praying they wouldn't leave. She needed some more madness in her life. Well, whatever that reason might be, I am glad you have come here, Buffalo and Byll. She said, her words spoken with confidence. Finally, some names she could actually remember.

You are welcome to be near our home, just try not to scare my followers. She added with a laugh, hoping they knew they weren't really ordinary. After the incident with Judas, she didn't think the rest would take kindly to other insane beings, although they had one for a leader. A flash of Burke spooked her thoughts, and she quickly remembered the rules that had been made between the two packs. However, that means you will carry the smell of Moonlit. Therefore, you can't hunt at the other side of the lake. The alpha of our neighbors and I have made a deal, breaking this rule will not be received nicely. She informed with a serious tone. She knew Burke wouldn't like her talking about him, so she left out his name and even his pack's name. Yeah, she was capable of learning.

She chuckled lightly at the male. They sure had their own style, these two. I think I can get by, but if you insist I suppose I could use some herbs. She answered, sure that if she would even begin trying to turn them down she would get even dizzier.