To say that it had been a deed worthy of the term enjoyable may be a stretch but Stella cannot deny the vast differences in her carnal escapades with Lucian and now with Elijah. Lucian was strong in his own right; he had been much taller than nearly all of the wolves in Moladion and his presence was overwhelming with natural power. Although Elijah was younger than Lucian had been, entirely in the opposite direction of time, and his supremacy was drawn from the testosterone of his youth. To say that both of them were even in the same category would be an insult.

There was something more akin to instinctual need rather than desire present in Elijah – something much like what drives Stella to commit such a sin once again. For a moment she wonders if he had ever sired a litter before. He is younger than she but he also has enough years upon him to have started breeding some time ago. Should that issue present itself she may just have to snuff them of their existence. She has allowed herself to become intimately close with Elijah and has now bound herself once again to a male for the remainder of their time together in Moladion. Lucian had broken such an agreement when he had left with their daughter. But Stella was not going anywhere; especially since Elijah has proven himself to be adequate enough of her acceptance.

At the time of her agreement to his claim upon her he seems to have shifted in demeanor. Contented, he stalks back toward his half of the kill and devours the remaining pieces until there is nothing but a slumped, empty carcass. She too engorges herself on the delicious bits of tender flesh and muscle before his approach has her attention turning upward again. She allows him to brush possessively along her shoulder, entailing that he wishes to return to where they had travelled from, back to his home. He is much less assertive toward her in this manner. She has yet to feel his jaws to clasp down upon her flesh when he passes her by, as Lucian had the habit of doing. He seems to respect her space and for that she will reward him with it.

They jog at an easy pace back toward Diveen as they are content in each other’s silence. Their movement is kept in tune with the one another until it is that they reach their destination, his figure stopping just at the border line of the territory reeking of mainly Isola and the guards’ scents. It is clear that very few move in and out of this secluded area Elijah has claimed as his own and that suits Stella just fine. His voice is changed once again, perhaps a strange sort of quirk he holds secret, as he asks another question. She does not answer immediately and seems to linger on such a proposal for a moment longer until he finishes speaking of his den amongst the grove. ”I have no better place to go.” her voice is roughly feminine, a strong tone for a strong female, something of a dangerous, lilting allure that dangles on each word. ”I think you’ve already seen that I do not as well.” A near chuckle leaves her lips as a dark simper is painted across her features and she moves into the terra.

From memory she directs herself toward the darkest corner of Diveen, sometimes following his scent trail when she does not recognize her surroundings, but for the most part she does not need guidance. Icy blue and golden eyes are lain upon the night covered thicket of which he calls his home, knowing that somewhere within its depths is a den of size enough for them both. She turns to look at him, sure that he had followed, and speaks once again. ”No.” She answers honestly as she saunters deeper into the trees, turning around only to sit and to watch him as she continues. ”But do you know of me?” her tone rises in a question she already knows the answer to. Of course he does not. ”When I was young your father came to Diveen. He attacked my sister and I did nothing to stop him. She was weak and always will be. My family has never accepted me and my way of thinking; so I left with him. He pretty much raised me in a sense. But our paths have been divided for a long time – only crossing every now and then when I wish to see him again.” she continues to watch him for any sort of response to her personal information. Now he knows, at least a little bit. These are things she has never told anyone who has not known of her history and perhaps it helps in lifting some of the mental and emotional burden she has carried for so long. ”Now what of you?” she inquires as her bodice is reclined into a laying position, tail draped over one stretched hind leg and most of her weight propped on one elbow.