[I’ma powerplay a lil bit, saying Queens gives permission for her to enter. You can change this, but you already know that ^^ ]

Long, slender legs took casual strides through the terra. Malignant Felicity probably was her favorite place in world … she loved it so much. First, all the luscious greenery to set the mood, and then a good friend like Queens to set the attitude. A place so excepting of a wolf with a mind like hers. A sanctuary that met the demand of her two great loves – blood and sex. Though the latter had been in short supply for her lately. In fact, she was thinking it was about time to go and find her a hot one night stand out at Romance River.

Once arriving at the river, with a knowing smile, her brown eyes looked towards the large willow tree. First her ebon paws came to stop, and Huntress began lapping at the water. It was refreshing and came as a relief to her thirsty body. It seemed like a warm winter, even for Malignant Felicity standards. Looking once more towards the willow tree, she began walking at a slow, casual pace towards it.

When she arrived, she stood outside the thick vines. If she didn’t already know for a fact that the alphess would be behind this plant made veil, then she might have been lost as to where to find the chocolate and black queen. Her snout barely poked through the vines as her naturally seductive voice let her honey-like lyrics out.

Queens, dear, may I enter?

Her sharp ears perked, waiting for an affirmative to enter the little sanctuary of her alpha’s. Once received, the maned wolf entered in, letting the vines graze along her bodice slowly. Wow, she really needed to find a man … and one that knew what he was doing, at that. There hadn’t been one of those since that ebony male Poseidon. Now, Huntress would never admit getting attached to one of her toys, and usually this wasn’t hard … except. Well, she had rather liked Poseidon, even when they weren’t flirting or fucking. There was more to him and she found in most males, and that had appealed to her. But he had disappeared, and frankly, she was pissed, even if she wouldn’t admit it. After entering and finding Queens relaxing, Huntress nodded and then sat with her back towards the entrance and facing the other femme.

So, one of our princesses made their first canine kill today, as you have probably smelled on the wind. Metro killed some little bitchy pup that was throwing out hollow threats. Laughable, really.

A smirk was on her dark lips as she spoke to Metronome’s mother about her first kill. Brown eyes watched for Queens’ reaction to her teens growing into little assassins … no doubt some pride had to be in there. Huntress was something of an aunt and was finding herself quite pleased with this. Rolling her shoulders back, the maned wolf stretched out her long legs and allowed her chest to meet the ground, laying across the way from her good friend, with her head raised like a sphinx.