Shadewood Can I Stay The Night?

The empress' mind had been buzzing since her encounter with the watcher, who's touch still shivered down her spine in the early hours of the morning, a steamed memory of passion and wonder; it was a night she never would forget, but with it came a startlingly real conclusion - she could be pregnant. It would explain the burts of sickness that had tumbled over and riled her stomach in the previous days, something that weakened her spirit even now, as she trekked the paths of the keep's domain. Pregnant. After all these perilous years of waiting, rotting in her dismal anticipation, the chance to raise a family with a man she loved had risen to the surface of her story.

The Eruna's pale gown swept across the undergrowth with unspoken grace, the ice queen who ruled beside her ebony king. She felt as though she was drowned into a hazy whisk of glee, beaming as a streak of sunlight dove through the snow-topped canopy above, illuminating her idyllic features. Caught amidst her dreams, she almost skipped past the scents lingering on the wind, but it caught at her nostrils and swerved her course to meander closer. Phex - Phex, and a stranger.

Emerging from the treeline, her fathomless gaze danced from the girl she loved as a daughter to the large figure of agouti who stood in wait beside the border. "Hello," she greeted with a silent glance of curiousity to Phex, wondering how far the girl had got into a conversation with this man, and what might be required.

Raziel has just finished putting a good 4 meals under the cold earth, the only telling of such being the stain of shimmering wet red over his obsidian snout and the remaining shells of icy dirt caked on his paws. A suave Phantom he was, swift in his kills and absolute in his need to provide for his Family. Nearly a third of their women were pregnant- he could risk anyone falling under duress here. Not under his roof. Or canopy, rather.

The sounds of conversation were carried amongst the wind, and dark auds stuck to the voices. Soon, body followed.

Eventually, the ebonian made an entry to the gathered crew, while the Ivorian was who he stuck his frosty gaze to first. A intimately fond set of kisses grazed her shoulder, trailing up her cheek, before he stopped to bump a snout comfortingly against Phex.

Only then did he take notice of the stranger.

Cry couldnt exactly pinpoint whether it was from his pack being so resoundingly fragile right now, or whether it was simply his own brood that was coming to be soon, but the Phantom was not as keen to simply welcome strangers in so easily, now.

“Welcome to Shadewood,” his baritones directly targeted the newcomer under his winter stare. “Is there anything we can help you with?” He asked to the ‘pleasant’ seeming fellow.