got a hole in my heart

He was a skulker by birth-right, his father had done the same things that Samil did, they followed the same code of conduct, they both cherished their leading ladies and though there really is no true emotion for Kiska the child she carries within her is that of his seed and he cares for his children above all other things. So it is no surprise that he has been able to follow both of his ladies to their desired destinations, watching from afar as they both gave birth. Sadly disturbed that Enderly had shown up to his and Naamah's den site to check on the faulty child of his. What had she even seen in him?

Whatever the case, he was here, he had followed Kiska's near every move over the past few days and had seen her with the other male running from the Diveen wolves, has whitnessed their spark and knew all to well that he did not fear this Devil creature but that he had no use for Kiska beyond the rearing of their pup. So if Devil wanted to keep her, Samil was all the more happy to leave her with him. Now, should the pair decide to leave their individual packs (the male didn't really seem to have a choice) Samil would not turn them away. There is a darkness in the pair that he is fond of. Which is probably what had driven him towards Kiska more that night, it didn't help that he wanted to see if the stab to Naamah's heart would take as it had his.

Whatever the case he waits in the shadows, seated elligantly as he watches the hole beside the big corpse of rocks. His vibrant green eyes are cautious here, this is not his pack and he has no desire to anger them. Not yet anyways. The vikings are to small yet to put effort into terrorizing the packs. Time would change this, he was sure of it. Now if only he could create multiples of himself, then he could be in every place he needed to be in. Watching Naamah was damn near a full time job, and now with Kiska and then soon their children. He dared to say he wouldn't have the time to find any soldiers to follow him on his war path.

He was about to come to the den to check on the pups and their mother when he spoted an earthen colored wolfess of an older life, his head tilts to the side a bit as he watches the wolfess move to the front of the den and then speak within it. Alias? he takes this moment to move from his shadowed path and into the light. His coat is of a normal black but his markings of white and red fade in and out of his coat in different places, like his paws are more white than red or black, while his back has a large red saddle with a smaller red saddle over it. Even his face has a mask of white across the eyes and down tot he tip of his nose while a red chin strap goes from his canines to the bottom of his throat. Even under his belly is a bit red. For all intensive purposes, he could be either angel or demon. Lucky, or unlucky I suppose, for you. He is neither of these two sides. Instead he is of the middle.

"Hello Miss Moth," he says as he moves to seat his large bulk next to her own, he is calm and cool. Collected even, he is suave in nature, as if he should be here the entire time. As if this place was his home, even if it wasn't. There is no darkness to him, no hatred of the pack-life to be seen. Even if it bubbles deep down within him. She would be surprised that he knew her name if she didn't think that she'd actually just said it, he does not show any emotion other than that of a happy father coming to see his mate and children. "Alias dear, it's Fred, I've come to check up on you and the pups, how are they doing?" he likes to think himself rather hillarious at this moment and hopes that Kiska will get the little bit of a joke. For he knew her real name, why would she hide it here? in her pack-lands? either way. He figured they'd have a spot of fun over it all.