Midnight Tango

◆Gonna throw some type of something in there to make it seem like I know what in bloody America im talking about. Letting Slade take this.◆




The shimmer of barely traceable light refracted off of the snow Slade seemingly had permanent on his dark hide.

"I have been watching a soul venture to the swamp : The Pale One, and,..."
that familiar and deviously sly smirk yet again found its home atop his lips.
"His body language unhappy with the aspect. If i can catch up to the artic boy, we can schedule a hunt to take place soon, for the smaller game you desire, Mistress. I, will return to the swamp to find any game, alone, yet I do hope a come across something a bit more appetizing than the slimy reptilians. "

Slade kept his eyes on the ethereal and shadow sculpted one of his Queen. He knew the Alphess had high hopes for the future, and he did not want to see the pack he had come to have a soft bit of respect for, succumb to eating filthy and peasant foods, like that of swamp urchins. But her words were law, and her tenets would be the ones he'd follow. If that was the foods she wanted the pack to eat,
So be it.

"Have you anything else you wish to be completed, Night Queen? "