Noctisardor Bypass sacred

Dione did not hide the frustration the shone through in her furrowed brow. She was not content with waiting,

and she certainly did not need to prove herself to this woman.

He knows my history, he knows what I bring. She was a proven mother, her bloodline was strong, and she was a collector of fine trophies. She had protected her own territory before, only leaving after the death of a weak mate.

She followed tradition, base instincts. wedding customs, talk of wives and men, she didn't care for it. Blood could be shed over pairings, Dione knew that well, but she also knew that there would always be another. After all, her next mate would be her third.

But no matter what, you didn't waste time.