Hellspawn to be Born

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Delicate paws pranced across the blanketed white grounds. Her tail swished, as she snorted as the winds pushed against her. The day was nearly done with, the sun nestling itself below the horizon, out of sight of the creatures in the land. Silvery gold eyes peered around as she moved further and further into the Pack camp, ears perked. Everything around her seemed oddly silent, no chattering of squirrels, and all other prey such as rabbits and birds tucked away for winter or nighttime. It made hunting far more difficult, but Winter was still her favourite time of the year. And perhaps this year would be exceptionally different from the others. As she approached, she easily picked up the scent of his den, though she already knew where it was. Rolling her shoulders, her tail fell between her hinds, and her ears lowered as she stopped a few feet back, calling out instead of getting too close. "My King Teren, I've something to ask you." She said, deep voice ringing out to call him out of his Den. Her eyes dropped to the ground, looking at the stark contrast of the darkest of blacks on the purest of whites. She need not say her name, she knew he was perfectly keen enough to recognize her voice and scent, if he hadn't already seen her, so long as he was in his den. Waiting for a response, she shuffled another step back, before stilling into silence, allowing her other senses to take over.

Teren had been resting within his den. Earlier in the day, he and the Captive had yet some more alone time with one another. His eye grew heavy as she requested to go for a walk. He sent for one of his brothers to take her. When she was gone, he was completely alone. He was able to snooze, dozing off after an eventful morning. Today he would not check his borders, instead, he would allow the other wolves to handle such a thing. Teren was asleep for a good while when he heard a call to the entrance of his den. He lifted his head and listened to the voice. He knew it. He had heard it a few times around the pack. He rose to his paws and walked towards the entrance. His hulking form appeared from the darkness, standing in place as he looked to the fea before him. Her silver-golden eyes stared to the floor. She was respectful to him, just as all the other wolves were. Teren looked down to her with a smirk, "what can I do for you, Ariste?"

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The fae stayed in that position, head lowered as she stood calmly. Her obsidian paws were planted still in the snow, ears resting at ease. Of course, it wasn't long that she had to wait. From her peripheral vision, she clearly saw a large, muscular form padding to the entrance of his den. She could feel, not see his emerald eyes burning into the top of her head. However, she continued on with her request, hastily explaining her reason for disturbance. "I won't waste your time," she began, already knowing he disliked long rants. She didn't believe she'd hardly have to give a reason, anywho. "Next spring, I wish to contribute to the number of pups Erenyx has. We need another generation of strong warriors, and there isn't nearly a wolf as strong in the pack, nor one who interests me. So I've come to ask you." Short and simple, she kept her head bowed as her deep, crystal voice rang out. She stood in wait, waiting for how he would reply. If he would reject or accept her.

"I agree. We do need some strong wolves to carry out my legacy when I am no longer breathing. I accept your offer. Come with me," he spoke in a musky tone as he headed back into the depths of his den. The Alpha was quite pleased that the most impressive faes of his pack were coming to him. Well, the captive had no choice, but to have Ariste come to him... it was slightly shocking. Understandable, yet still shockingly pleasant. He waited for her, and as he did so, he sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. He started to think about all of this would pan out. Now having two litters with two different faes, the possibilities of how many young he would have was endless. It could be near twelve or even twenty. The thought made him shutter. It was good that their numbers would be boosted, but what if they loved him? What if they actually wanted to be around him? Teren loved his aloneness. He liked the quiet times he would have, and he knew that he would not last long with the endless whining and barking from the young wolves. Either way, he was going to do what was best for his pack. He would always do what was best for him.

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