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Let me know if the PPing of her touching Ravesque isn't ok! :3 I'll have her interact with both of them more in my following posts <33 And my apologies for the length!
Theodore seemed to be working out well as a leader. He was already helping her with the new pack laws and pack punishments that she'd had in mind for months, assisting her with taking her raw thoughts and turning them into clear and concrete statements. She'd formed Anathema alongside a different wolf, a female even darker than herself, but that wolf had come and left. Unreliable. Naniko was one to take such things in stride, though, and had plucked young Theodore from the ranks and placed him at her side to take the spot that Azalea had left.
Despite her desire to rule the pack alone, she had found that there was simply too much work and that the pack had grown too quickly in numbers for her to keep up with everything. Members often came to her with problems or needing favors from her, which took away from the time that she spent securing their borders and watching them. It was a leader's job to do both of those things, she felt, so she had chosen the young warrior to assist her with some of the duties so that she could do more. Maybe now she would have a little time to herself, as well.
The alabaster luperci walked upright, casting an even taller shadow. She was a large wolf, taller than almost any member of her pack, though she wasn't as bulky as some. She was unhindered by clothing for the most part, a simple weapons-belt cinched tightly around her waist. She kept her poison-tipped daggers on one side, her ceremonial dagger on the other. That was the one that she used for her blood-sharing ceremonies.
Her ears perked up at the howl, feet pausing then turning to take her in the direction from which the call had come. There was something startlingly familiar about the voice behind it, though she hadn't heard that tone for months now, and she hurried to reach the pair that stood at her borders. "Ra-Ravesque!" Was she really seeing him? She left no space between them, reaching to touch the male's arm. She wanted some reassurance that he was indeed real and that he was standing there before her.
She knew of the dark wolf's past, that he had once lived in the old lands as she had (the former lands of Bleeding Souls), that he had left before the fires had taken them. She had told him of the new lands that the wolves of Bleeding Souls had settled on, that she'd once had a pack and a life of her own there...but she hadn't expected him to come and find her. He had someone with him, as well, she now realized; the female backed up a few paces to stare at the child. "Who's kid is this?" She asked, jade eyes narrowing slightly.