As always these days, the secui was in a foul mood. It was her fault. Lillith had infected him with her venom when she had let him taste her blood, and now the world had lost its remaining colours. He had to find the velvet beauty. His decision was clear, always had been, but there was something reluctant in him that kept him from eagerly seeking the dark woman out. Perhaps he wanted to prolong those few magnificent moments they had shared together, prolong the feeling of belonging that too few managed to create for him to experience. The male had not left Dahlia for a few weeks despite the spell that the dark Stormbringer had cast upon him. With Cwmfen’s sire stalking around, the Lilium of Dahlia felt that he could not afford to leave the lands for own pleasures. He also fiercely believed in the saying; ‘All good things come to those who wait’. He knew patience well.
Suddenly the secui’s muzzle lifted to take in the faint smell of someone that did not belong. The chocolate and cream body increased its pace, trailing the scent with ease closer to the southern part of the borders. The female’s light colouration made her an easy target for the Dahlian’s blue eyes, and it was apparent that she had been waiting for someone to arrive. The large wolf did not slow down to a halt before there were merely a few feet distance between them. His strength from the blood loss earlier this month had quickly returned, but the injuries were still visible here and there, random claw marks scattered about on his muscular body, though usually hidden by his thick fur. The bite mark on the side of his throat was healing very well, but was not a pleasant sight. Would she be intimidated by his appearance?
”What is your purpose here?” the male wondered, although he had an idea. There was no need to immediately mention that these were claimed lands, as she had placed herself politely at the borders, waiting to be found. Her scent was fresh and untainted. They had lost many members the last month, and any increase in number would be welcomed by the man, especially if the gal managed to show that she had some value.