He was always her gentleman, waiting and listening to her patiently as she spoke, his dark chocolate gaze trained on nothing but her. Though, when she spoke of her parents and their deaths- teal irises noted the tension that presented itself within his muscles, and the way his voice couldn’t help to slip forth in a low growl. Yes, she knew very well of his past and his mindset- he did not tolerate the killing for sport, or killing without rhyme or reason. Her white knight had long since been a dark knight- a vigilante for those weaker and unable to help themselves. He undoubtedly wanted to rip apart whoever had gotten her parents, but, as Fate would have it, Rhae had gotten to them first. And the large wolf had made sure they would never take another life, ever again.

And when she is finished and had asked him for his own story, he took a seat before he began. And simply because she could, and she wanted to- Rhae is moving closer and seating herself beside him and yet slightly before him, essentially diagonal to him but as close as she could get her large frame. She had no interest in being away from him at all, and so would press close at every chance that she could. And when he began to spoke, she watched him intently, her gaze intensifying with the more words that he spoke. If Iblis wasn’t the renowned warrior she knew him to be, she also knew he would make a wonderful story teller. His choice of words had always enraptured and ensnared her- and even if they had not been imprints and not met that fateful day, Rhae knew she would have found him regardless. She would have found him and kept him close either way.

After he’s done sharing, she gives but a simple nod, her gaze still focused on him with that intensity churning beneath, but also rather calculating. For that wise mind within her large skull is churning with ideas and plans, though before she chooses to indulge, there is something more prominent on her mind. She expresses such when she speaks, her voice soft and calm, even as it ever will be without a hint of anger or worry that one might expect. “And have you seen them recently, my love- our children?” A gentle smile is accompanied by her words- while their youngest, Lucero was now half grown, he was also living the life of a lone wolf. There were several ways to learn, but each individual soul had their preference and even since his birth his had seemed to be full of a livid independence. And come this spring, Gaia and Cae would reach their fourth year, in full bloom maturity and undoubtedly already had begun their lives.

The earth toned female would find them, she knew, but all in good time. For now, she would ask for her curiosity and after he had given his words in return, only then would she continue. Her gaze had never wavered from him, even if he avoided her gaze. She would never not willingly look upon those wonderfully deep chocolate irises. “Any wolf would be a fool to attack this knight with his White Queen around.” Another smile is given to him, as well as a gentle nuzzle of her muzzle against his own, her touch so soft and tender and sweet for a wolf so large. And Rhae doesn’t pull away when she speaks again, her voice flowing gently against his fur, her breath just barely tickling his senses. “I will always be at your side, I will always be at your back- all around you, my love. I am always with you. They have nothing on us- because I have you, and you have me.” Tilting her skull in such a way that she didn’t have to pull away to lock eyes with him, she waited for any words before murmuring her very last ones for him. “Together, we will show those dark creatures their mistake of keeping their lives from our jaws.”