Mount Apikuni ba, ka, and khou

"I may," he conceded with a nod in her direction. "I have not yet decided if this place is for me. Given my...proclivities, I do not know if these peaceful lands will hold my interest for long." Hatshepsut knew of what he spoke; Lestat was not a normal wolf by any meaning of the word, and although he was devoid of color, he was not devoid of life or humor. He had seen little that would keep him tied to this place, save for the beauty that rested in front of him now.

"I will visit you and speak with Njal when this pack is formed. For now, I think I will learn more of the area. Perhaps find myself a bit of trouble." Lestat smirked, a broad gesture that left his mouth gaping for a brief moment, before flitting back to a softer smile. "Aside from Njal, tell me of your travels since we parted, Beloved. Any brutes I must track down and slay for you?" His eyes glinted mischievously as he spoke, a lightness to his tone that hinted at levity, though he was serious with his proposal: he would hunt down any man whom Hatshepsut deemed unworthy enough to live any longer.