the doctors managed to reset her jaw

@Erika

i tried not to take liberties with this; i figured he would have scented her constantly on the borders but i wouldn't have him track her down or anything. he is questioning but not guessing anything. Set for dawn tomorrow.

During his patrols, he had discovered a curious thing; the scent of one particular wolf, consistent and female, a fragrance not belonging to himself or Jinx. He knew only her name; he had only seen her in passing, but this struck the shaman as suspicious. Tail lashing catlike, the madman intensified his patrols, ignoring the faint remaining pang in his foreleg.

Beneath the dim glow of dawnlight, Lecter paused in his path and pointed his muzzle skyward. He summoned the female sharply; it was not a suggestion that she attend him, and icewater eyes narrowed as he awaited her arrival.

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Fun always manages to tire the body. That was true when she came home from her date with Majesty last night. They both had fun then: chasing each other around playfully, hunting, sitting together underneath the stars and telling stories. She came back home late, a few hours before dawn and she managed to get a few winks before she was summoned.

The summons was from Jinx's mate and Beta, Lecter. The old man struck her as the cranky kind, and even crankier still ever since he got that leg injury. His howl was sharp and not to be denyed, so as tired as she was she got up and headed towards him.

He was near the border, his tail lashing angrily. Erika's eyes widened a bit when she realized that he must have smelled her comings and goings. Trying not to betray her anxiety, she flattened her ears in submission and lowered her body. "Yes, Monsieur? What did you summon me for?"

She arrived with alacrity, and he greeted her with a low growl. Though the woman submitted, the accented rhythm of her voice gentle, his suspicions remained. And so he leveled his cold stare upon her, and was silent for a long tick of moments before he addressed Erika.

You have been leaving and returning for quite some time — for many days. Where are you going? As he spoke, Lecter drew near to her, entering the space surrounding her person with a threatening snarl pulling lips back from yellowed fangs. And do not lie to me.

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She was answered with a low growl. Erika stole a glance upwards to see him, only to be greeted with his cold, icy silence. The silence remained until he finally spoke. She kept her face still as he questioned her on her constant border hopping and did not flinch when he strode forward and moved closer, baring yellow fangs. And do not lie to me.

She answered him cooly. "I 'ave been exploring ze Teekon Wilds, Monsieur. I 'ave only seen so much of ze area, so I decided to look around some more. I only make quick forays zough." She was amazed at home calmly she spoke her lie. Her upbringing made her a horrible liar, prone to stammering and unconcious ticks. But now she could lie with ease; was it because she rarely felt any guilt for seeing Majesty? Perhaps it is guilt that makes a bad liar.

He did not believe her; this was made clear by the tensing of muscles in his jaw. And yet the sweet accent of her voice formed a plausible alibi, one that, for the moment, was clenched tightly around a faux truth. Why do you not take one of our wolves with you on these journeys? the Beta demanded mockingly. Surely you know we are not the most welcomed in the land; surely you would want the aid of another if you were to run headlong into a trap set by those who hate us?

A cold smile lit his face. Perhaps I shall accompany you on one of these little forays. You would enjoy my company, yes? Lecter purred.

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He knew she was lying. She must have done something wrong, since his voice had a mocking tone to it now. Her teeth wanted to grit at that moment, but she kept still. "To be 'onest, I am still not really comfortable with everyone in ze pack, Monsieur. I 'ave been alone for zree years of my life with zis zing on my face. It 'as served me well enough." she said quite honestly this time. She wasn't familiar towards all of the wolves of the pack. She tried to make friends or just acquatincecs, but something in her was still clinging to her old, isolationist habits. Besides: Kaname and Ira were cruel, Sitri and Tiarnan weren't much for any conversation, and the rest she barely saw.

Her hackles almost rose at his last statement. Il se méfie de moi maintenant.... Je dois dire Majesté que les gens commencent à me méfier de ... "Yes...Monsieur. I will call you ze next time I leave."

He knew she was lying. She must have done something wrong, since his voice had a mocking tone to it now. Her teeth wanted to grit at that moment, but she kept still. "To be 'onest, I am still not really comfortable with everyone in ze pack, Monsieur. I 'ave been alone for zree years of my life with zis zing on my face. It 'as served me well enough." she said quite honestly this time. She wasn't familiar towards all of the wolves of the pack. She tried to make friends or just acquaintances, but something in her was still clinging to her old, isolationist habits. Besides: Kaname and Ira were cruel bastards, Sitri and Tiarnan weren't much for any conversation, and the rest she barely saw.

Her hackles almost rose at his last statement. Il se méfie de moi maintenant.... Je dois dire Majesté que les gens commencent à me méfier de ... "Yes...Monsieur. I will call you ze next time I leave."

we can drag this out a few more posts so it can get to 10 if you'd like <3

Oh, do not trouble yourself. Your trails are easy enough to follow, the Beta informed her, cold eyes boring into her own, searching for the truths he was certain she was attempting to veil from him. Her attempts at such were mediocre; Lecter was a retiring beast, but he was also fixed on those things that seized his interest, and this was one such thing.

Guard yourself, Erika. Silvertip has enemies; this you know. You would do well not to make foes of your own within the very ranks that embrace you. The madman regarded her carefully, and fell silent, dismissive.

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The Algonquin wolf shuddered slightly as Lecter's eyes bore into her. He knew more than he was letting on, that was for sure. It frightened her to know that he was aware that she was leaving frequently. When he mentioned that her trails were easy to follow, she instantly was worried that he tracked her down during one of her meetings.

"Oui....yes. I will remember zat." she said softly.

He did not believe her, and her scarred face made the shaman less likely to trust her. Not that he had before, but her refusal to succumb to what he felt was rightful fear of him was both disturbing and irksome. A flick of his plume in her direction was intended as a dismissive gesture

I will not abide fools, wench, Lecter growled, enforcing that she should depart his presence immediately.

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Erika's ears only flattened to her head as he growled and flicked his tail, instructing her to leave. He didn't trust her, and that worried her immensely. She walked off, away from the older male. Inside she shuddered with fear, hoping that the Beta didn't know that she and Majesty were courting.