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when his bark split the air mira’s attention was latched onto him. when she turned she saw a dark figure that briefly reminded her of her own kin. but he was marked by a splash of rusty orange upon his neck, and the thing that stood out the most was the fact that he looked… unhealthy. underfed, foul-smelling… he was perfect. perfect, because she did not think this was a man that could truly harm her even if he wanted to, nor steal away her eventual soldiers if she had them and some fatherly instinct consumed him.  

his head was bowed, his ears flattened and tail lowered, though she could see an odd smile on his maw… she wasn’t sure what exactly it signified, though she knew she was likely the thing that had drawn him here. she considered him for a moment, her stance never wavering- her own tail was raised high with pride, and despite likely being shorter than the lanky male, she seemed to look down upon him still, chin tilted upward. 

it was mira, after all, whose scent was most alluring, she who was strongly-built, she who would one day be a queen as she deserved. her solider children would become heirs to her throne after helping her get it back and they would rule knowing that the moonspear would be held by hydra’s children and grandchildren as it was meant to be. if she chose him, they would be marked by his blood too, even despite being ostrega by name.

she chuffed to him in a wordless greeting after some moments of looking him over with an unnerving yellow gaze. she knew not of the history between their bloodlines, only that he was here and there was only limited time for her to put her plan into motion. her tail waved over her back, only fanning the scent further. do you want me? was her single question, uttered with a pure straightforward curiosity rather than any seductive implication. if he did, perhaps she would be his for just a moment until they were strangers again.