Kiara had left Khorrigan hunting squirrels, with the strict instructions to bring her his kills intact, and to return to her at sunset. He had atleast graduated from rabbits, though she could clearly see him chafing at being given into a female's care for training and instruction. The pale female was unimpressed with his rebellion, however, punishing him for sour attitudes that soured his performance. This time, he'd kept his trap shut about his task and had turned to it immediately. She padded away from him at a slow and determined pace. She was in no hurry, though her task was vital. She had some business to deal with.
The news of a newcomer had filtered to her. A female, adorned prettily and with a smooth tongue. Kiara's tail bristled just thinking about it. Such pretty little thing, or so she was told, delectable for their King. Kiara did not mind him dallying with other she-wolves, but the place at his side was hers, and hers alone. Today's task, aside from the teen's training, was to teach this new femme this fact.
She approached the pile of tumbled rock that was their den, nostrils flared and ears canted. She could hear what young they'd attracted inside, and it got her to thinking about the idea of bearing her Lord's offspring. The very idea made her whole body tingle. She bounded lithely up the rocky incline and to the flat space before the den entrance. It was time to meet this new girl and show her the ropes.
