Though there few of them within the borders of Bright Moon, Nimueh had had no difficulty finding ways to entertain herself. She had explored the pack, keeping built the minuscule amounts of muscles that she could call her own. But more importantly she learned the paths, the trails, the shortcuts. Her pads had brought her to each border - north, east, south, and west - to discover which lands lay adjacent to each. Though there was peace now, it did not mean it would last, and she wanted to have as much information about each as possible, be they friend or foe. But Dante had not owned the throne long enough for her to make many friends or enemies, and therefore they had but one ally - unfortunately, Aurora Borealis lay far away, a third of a day's trek across Blossom Forest. Should they need emergency help, or should disaster befall them, Kalgalath and his troupe would likely not know for days or weeks - whenever word of mouth slipped through the cracks to seep into that one faraway land. Bright Moon was, essentially, on their own. But to Nimueh that was quite alright - together they had taken down the ursine who wanted this pack for its own, a great foe if ever there was one. They had shown that they each had passion and strength of heart, and worked well together as a team. Besides that, Nimueh would much rather be owed a debt than to owe one herself.

Once she had been content with learning the lay of the land, she had picked out a den for herself - something she had only felt ready to do after exploring the entire land and seeing what options were available to her. For her den, she had wanted something secretive, a place for her to be safe. With her physical weakness, it made it more difficult for her to heal - granulation tissue had only just started to cover her wound, and with the deepening cold of the winter's breath, she worried about frostbite in the area. And so she had gone out and stalked a fox, so clever in its environment that it had already switched to its camoflauged ivory pelt. For nights she had stayed up and tracked it, until she finally managed to ambush it, her teeth closing around its smaller neck swiftly and with a jerk, she had ended its life without pain, without fear. It was a mercy killing, really, but Nimueh had deemed it necessary. Necessary despite the overwhelming threat to her own life - she was not a fighter in the slightest description of the word, and had the fox injured her, it would have been one more thing that would take forever to heal. But the Mistress Luck had been on her side that day, along with the Goddess Tor and God Fenris - nothing had gone wrong. And so Nimueh had started the meticulous process of skinning the fox. She had wanted it in order to cover her shoulders, to provide added warm and protection to her shoulder. The skinning process had taken her hours, her claws first having to be sharpened on boulders, and afterward using them as one would a knife to separate flesh from muscle and sinew. But after all was said and done, her goal had been completed. She had feasted on the fox's flesh, enjoying the taste but found it bittersweet - it was Putnar, like her, and was not meant to be eaten by other predators. But to let the meat go to waste would be a sin. With a full belly, Nimueh had carefully carried the hide to a clean stretch of Boulder, and lain it out to dry. For three days, it dried, shrinking slightly from dehydration, and then Nimueh had put it upon herself like a throw or a shawl, its white stark against her colored pelt. But it served its purpose well enough, covered her wound and keeping it warm enough to ward off the necrosis that would have come from frostbite.

The strange looks that the pack would give her would be priceless.

She had never been one to shy away from attention - in fact she thrived on it. And lately she had been getting more than her fair share of attention, especially from the Alphess. If ever something needed to be labelled as complicated, this was it. Nimueh was attracted to Dante, and vice versa, but there was a hazy grey line as to their relationship. They were Alpha and pack mate. They were friends - currently friends with benefits. But for it to go any further than that would make things difficult, and Nimueh liked for things to flow, not to get complicated. Nimueh was not interested in monogamy, and never had been, and of all of her couplings, only one or two of her mates had been part of a monogamous pair. And even if that wasn't the case, what would happen if they got involved with one another and had a falling out - she would be banned from the land. But where that left them now, the Iberianess could not say - the two had not even talked after their... Intimate encounter.

And then there was Dakota, who she had seen soon after her Dante marathon - a handsome brute if ever there was one. She lusted after him just as she did after the Alphess, but when he had discovered Dante's scent upon Nimueh's pelt, he had backed away - as if he was too near to the Alphess' property. What a laughable idea - that Nimueh would ever belong to just one. That she would ever be property... And it peeved her that her relations with Dante could ruin or prevent any chance of her also having relations with Dakota. To Nimueh, sex was an intimate, amazing adventure that she enjoyed with many different wolves, no matter breed or gender. She did not want anything to hold her back from any experience she may enjoy.

But for now it was neither here nor there - should the subject need to be broached, it could be at a later point in time.

Nimueh was the first to arrive to the pack meeting, responding quickly to Dante's call. Her vocals made Nimueh's heart race, lust and desire welling up within her readily within even so much as a caress. But she caressed her now. Silently, she moved to Dante's side, rubbing along the length of her, Nimueh's darker Crimson pelt rubbing off snow from Dante's own until she curled until the Alphess's chin, her tail curling upon Dante's nape. "Did you miss me, darling? Have your nights been lonely without me to warm your bed and your... Well..." Nimueh chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that was overly suggestive. Her soft tongue escaped for a moment to clean Dante's face clean of the soft flakes that had fallen upon her facade, tiny ice crystals that nearly caused her to glitter... But then she gracefully skittered away, her blank orbs floating up to find Dante's own as she shrugged first one shoulder and then the other, bringing attention to her fox shawl. "Do you like my pelt, sweetness? It shall be the new fashion, surely."