Morrigan stood, her coat ruffled by their tussle and the soft winter breeze, her front stained with the blood of the boar, drying quickly in the sun. She stood in front of the man she had once followed, and would still follow, even if he brought her to hell and back. She remembered fondly their times of travel in the past before he had taken Spirane, remembered introducing him to the gypsies. And she remembered the early days of the pack, she remembered Roza and Ravenna, her two forays into recruitment that had gained two very able-bodied wolves to for Spirane. They now remained under Tithe, as far as she knew, and for that she was glad. She had found them a home where they had had none, and she would be regretful if they chose to give it up.

Her ears perked forward and she grinned as he spoke, her tail giving a few wags. "Perhaps after my wanderlust has been satisfied I will seek to rest my paws in Spirane once again." She said, glancing towards the boar as he did, but there were more pressing and interesting things to be attended to- the boar would be eaten in time. "I think it would be absolutely wonderful to accompany you again. Roman, there are still so many things that we haven't seen and so many things that we haven't told each other..." She trailed off, looking at him in an open sort of way.

"But look at you! You're practically glowing- it seems you are more confident now than you were as alpha." She said this in a jesting manner, a smirk growing upon her features, tail swinging in an arc behind her hips. They were closer than most and perhaps it was the season that made her feel even closer to him. She desired closeness, perhaps that was it, with the loveless childhood she had had, it only made sense that in adulthood she would cling to those who showed her affection.