Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

Meleys breathed in deep, a gasp that stirred the air around them. Then, jaw tightening, and she nods. A bad man indeed. Suliya would not follow a man like that. Not even her brother. Not even with her being Muradoii who were specifically known for their endless violence. Though she were not truly all Muradoii, was she? A very rare creature indeed, for a clan which rarely mingled from their own. 

Yet - Meleys would marvel at this rare creature of a woman whenever she knew of this. For alas, she had yet not been told. 

That will never happen to them. She promised, as she looked back to the haughty buck. Not while she remained, at least. You should have challenged him. Spoken then matter-of-factly, as she looks back to her pale gaze in a darker mask. Surely, Suliya could take on a full grown man. She looked like she could, despite her leaner figure. 

Suliya answered what question Meleys had without any hesitation, though did not ask for information in return. So Meleys did not give it. Instead, she asked another. Spring will come. We will birth our pups with their calves. She, perhaps not. Four years in a row she had. Four years of given weakness. She blamed her husband, as he blamed her. Meleys could try new children, to a new man, but did not know that she would. Her brother asked her to seek @Anselm, though she had not yet. 

Will you take a husband of this new clan? Have you wed before? Two questions now.