Blacktail Deer Plateau Bra[M]ble Root Woman

The calico mage, was not expecting any followers. She was on edge, added more with the burning, and absolute pressing need to have someone quench the fires of her own season. However, she had turned upon whomever followed her with teeth and claws. Only to stop as his voice curled around her ears.

That voice always so full of promises of darkness. The one that sometimes haunted her dreams. Thus attached to the man that drove her crazy with irritation on a good day. Whose blood she had already spilled.

There was a strange relationship between the mage and her leader, but she didn't know what it was. She felt it was too bold to call them friends, but they were more than mere acquaintances. And in her fevered mind of lust and provocation, she could not at the moment separate the two.

She knew he was mated, so she tried very hard not to tempt him. She had tried to walk far away from his den during this time. She hadn't even meant for him to come upon her when the other male had crossed into their borders. And yet he had followed her, he was here, and she was very close to ignoring everything and tempting him.

Blue eyes met his boldly, and she nodded.  Her voice spilling forward breathy, hushed. I am alright. Thank you. I apologize I hadn't realized someone would be bold enough to cross into our territory.

A twitch of her tail, her paws digging at the earth. She tried to avert her gaze, move backwards, and yet she found herself still watching boldly moving a step forward rather than back. What was she doing, even she no longer knew. All she knew was this was her home, and she belonged to it and the wolves that lived here and for that she was alright.