Rotiart: *yawns as he wakes up with the early cold morning, his cloak semi-draped about the tri-colored femme beside him. Remembering last night's events, he quietly rolls away and stretches, wondering idly if he should stay or go before the moral-less creature woke up. Or no, perhaps stay and give a small commentary on her performance . . . Ah, how he grinned.*

Bijou: *she was not a light sleeper - one with such a frenzied mind was bound not to be. Still, it was a cold morning, and that left her slower in action that she prefered to be. So upon hearing and feeling the movement of her previous night's companion her ears twitched, and her eyes opened. She lay quiet to see what he would do. Thus far he'd made good on his promise not to at her.*

Rotiart: *yawns yet again, muzzle twitching as his stomach awoke with rebellious growls. Oh, what a damn thing it was not to have eaten as they made love . . . now he would have to nibble /something/. With a teasing little smile, the vagabond leaned forward to see if anything would happen should he so lightly cup her ear in his maw and press gently with his teeth . . .*

Bijou: *a growl of warning soon followed his actions* This is not a bed and breakfast.

Rotiart: *laughs right in that ear as he let go, licking his lips pretentiously as he pulled back* Forgive me, my sweet, but you look so beautiful right now I could simply /eat/ you up. I was never very good at keeping promises.

Bijou: If your hungry.. *bijou rose her head from where it rested on her paws and sniffed the air* ..I smell a fox.

Rotiart: Mm? *lifts his head and takes in the scent hopefully, then issues it back out in a sigh* Tch. No, I cannot feast on this one either.

*A green fox totters out of the woods, bent close to the ground and looking out of breath by the time she reaches them, plopping on her haunches before the cloaked wolf* S-Sorry, sir! They've grown in number since you last checked, so I had to be extra careful.

Bijou: *Unless it were rabid, Bijou had never met a fox one couldn't wat. Then the reasons became apparent* A spy of yours? *she gave Rotiart a sidelong glance, coupled with somewhat of a grin.*

Rotiart: Mm, indentured servant for the season. Report!

Rina: *stands at attention, eyeing Bijou with trepidation before clearing her throat and speaking* The four teens are close to adulthood now, sir, and they've recruited another teen too; very shiny, a little odd for a shadowy pack if you ask me.

Rotiart: Mmm, shiny . . . Such a waste. Go on.

Rina: Big news up-top: Danel and several others went missing, so now this red wolf is taking charge of things. What was his name? Like Rub or Rubin or -

Rotiart: Rummy. *flat, unimpressed with her lack of memory for the simplest of things* Spectacular, I /missed/ this political event?

Bijou: *chuckles* The ones who went missing are probably hunting you down. How do you think this change in ledership shall effect our plan? *she asked Rotiart.*

Rotiart: Mm . . . *fiddles with some of the bangles dangling from his cloak in thought, admiring how they caught the morning light. Aaagh, his hunger burned his throat and clouded his mind!* Unsure for now. Perhaps this Rummy will be more efficient in his search; I certainly hope so, or else I have little else to live for. *After all, he lived to die for them, no? He chuckled at the irony*

Rina: *ears dock; she never did like the funny wolf* He's still working out things such as new positions, betas, and an heir. I'm not sure how this will affect the previous heirarchy and Fallyn, though for the most part they seem to accept their new alpha.

Bijou: I shall let the two of you to discuss this. I shall go find breakfast. *normally she'd only do so for her self, but* After last night's exhertions, and in the enterest of keepin gmy own flesh I'll be sure to bring plenty... *after all, Bijou also scented rabbits near by. Baby rabbits. If she could not get the parents, then she could surely get the helpless newborns*

Rotiart: *nods vaguely to her, lost in thought as he fiddles with his precious shinies* Mm . . . you are good at finding me as always.

Rina: No offense, sir, but you stink like metal. *wrinkles her nose as she points out all the gold upon him* Don't you think that's counterproductive to running away from wolves who can just smell the stuff on you?

Rotiart: *shrugs* No concern of yours, and I don't see why you entertain worry for me. Should I die, you would be released quicker. No, I will not thwart destiny by shedding myself of my loves, so kindly do not ask again or be able to learn quickly how to run without a certain leg.

Rina: Sheesh, alright, alright. ;~;

Bijou: *the she-wolf returned a little while later with four tiny bodies in a blood-stained mouth.* The mother was delicious *she said, dropping the babies at the two's feet. She then proceeded to lick the blood from herself.

Rotiart: *Snatches one up and voraciously devours it without a word*

Rina: x.x Eeeew. Manners, sir, begging your pardon. You're an exile, not a slob.

Rotiart: *ignroes her and licks his lips clean* Aaah, fresh kill is the best kill always. It seems I must be making my leave now, my sweet, for the winds are calling me to move onwards before I become too attached. There is much of Telk to see yet, and many places to dig for other treasures such as yourself.

Bijou: *nods* the seeds are sewn. Best I free myself of your familiar scent before time to transplant them. *wicked grin*

Rotiart: Perhaps and perhaps not. Can the reaper bear life? *looks to her curiously, so enjoying to inject his musings aloud as if every wolf just had to hear it*

Bijou: The term Hell Spawn comes to mind. In the end I guess we'll see. *She shrugged. yet more suspense for the female added. Only time knew the answer*

Rotiart: Then bear them as you see fit, my sweet, and take care not to let them eat you. *He gives her a wicked grin of his own, a small trace of blood sequestered at the corner of his lips. Without much else, he gives Rina a jerking motion of his tail for her to follo,w and as one the two slink off back into the shadows.*