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She was all too aware of that piercing blue gaze, it met with an icy green of her own making, a smile on her face as he speaks. Sanctuary and freedom? Done and done, there was plenty of freedom in her lands under the sky. The plains were vast, and there was a fair bit of darkness already at home there. She pondered it for a moment, her gaze sliding down to the red of the blood coming toward the male's paws, her slick smile always upon her porcelain face.

"You going to get that?" Her voice traipses over the short distance to his ears, eyes watching the slowing flow of blood as it pooled. Honestly, she could use wolves like him, those who had something other than the animal present. She needed wolves with calculating minds, and she could see the wheels turning behind his glacial eyes. "Call your mate to help take this heavy bastard home, and we shall see if you enjoy Asteraia." She states smoothly, wondering if they will like the grassland and the bay. She had fallen in love with the land, deeply and madly in love with her new kingdom. Jaidah had known of the grass, of the endless sea of gold that would turn to green in the spring, and hide under white in the winter. But, what had totally captured her heart had been the cliff over the ocean. There was a steep path down to the beach, though it was not recommended for those of bad balance.

Hope rose in her heart, though she was careful to keep that part hidden. Instead those eyes turn to stare back into Eric's from her position. "Name's Jaidah, by the way." She offers, wondering if she will get his in return.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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