Erynion: *The afternoon was fresh to him as he woke up from his nap, a luxury he hadn't been able to experience until he began seeing this female. Several days still and he had no name to her face, though after several times of asking he'd learned not to bother; maybe she liked having mystery. And woe on him if he chased her away just because he kept being too nosy . . . Though truly she was a curious creature, and he wanted to know more about her than she allowed. It was about this time that she often visited him, a ritual that made Ery look forward to the cold afternoons*

Thealia: *Her time was now divided between the pack and Erynion, though she didn't care for the male all that much he was important because he could provide her with something that the sisters could not. He could father her next litter and she was hopeful that it would be a worthy litter. So she had set out, in the late morning to meet him at the den he was staying in. In the days they had been together she had played the part of a nice female, for the most part at least. She acted like she care, and had only been aggressive in the beginning out of caution. It was a sickening thing but if it would lead her to her goal she would endure the torture. Padding up to the den, Thealia let her shadow fall over its entrance, a silent way of telling Erynion that she had arrived and waited for him
to emerge.*

Erynion: *His heart leapt at the shadow's silent beckon, and a warm smile cracked from dry lips as he went and greeted her at the entrance.* Reliable as the s-sun! You are a sight for sore eyes. *He couldn't help being caught in the infatuation, spitting out sweet words before they vomited out of their own accord. Would too much of it also annoy her? She was such a strange female, and Ery had no experience on how to please one . . . especially one as mercurial as this one*

Thealia: *Gaze fell upon the male as he crept from the den and stated those words, to which her initial response was a simple raise of the brow, it always took a moment for her to fall into character, and then a slight smile crossed her maw* Am I? *She always enjoyed making him think on what he said, confuse him perhaps into thinking he had said something wrong.* And you are... *Thealia looked him over quickly* …as you were when I saw you last. *Perhaps that was a compliment or a insult, it was hard to tell by the way it had been said.*

Erynion: *Those sort of cryptic comments he was slowly getting used to, though even then there were times where he wondered what sort of game she was playing with him. But for now he wagged his tail a little, viewing her words as compliments* I just wish I c-could visit you instead of you coming to me, you know? I-I hate making a lady walk so much for me . . . *He was trying slowly to move the conversation to her, to see if he could maybe pry something out of the female today. It was a fragile business with little success*

Thealia: Don't be stupid! *She half snapped before she could stop herself. Plus the idea of him coming to see her in the pack was a dangerous one, for both of them, not that she cared if he died in the end as long as she got what she wanted, but to have her reputation sullied so would be a great embarassment.* Besides, don't you think our special meeting place is better than in some stuffy pack?"

Erynion: S-Sorry . . . *winces at the snap, wishing she wasn't so touchy about where she came from. Why wouldn't she let him see her pack?* I mean, I-I like our secret spot! I really do, honest, promise! But . . . I'd really like to see your pack, miss. I-I'm sorta in the market for one, see, because I'm tired of living alone. And . . . And if you're there, it'll be easier for me.

Thealia: Now there’s a good boy * She praised him for agreeing to liking their special meeting place * As for my pack, I’m sure you would find it quite dull, there is nothing special about it. * It didn’t matter at this moment that that statement was an utter lie, she could not afford to scare him off by telling her the truth about her pack, especially when she was so close to getting what she wanted from him *

Azalea: *Had been alert to her mothers wanderings over the last few days and how she often had the scent of male on him, so when Thealia left that morning Azalea decided to follow at a good distance of course to see just what her mother was up to. Of course she had a damn good idea, but when she heard her mothers voice along side that of an unknown male it made her fur bristle, but Azalea stayed hidden for the moment wanting to see what was happening before breaking up this little meeting *

Erynion: But-But no pack could be dull if you're in it, miss! *Ah, word vomit. Apparently nothing he could do would stop it, and he blushed as fiercely as if he had confessed. Which he might as well have, he thought! Several days and it was suddenly love and not infatuation? But maybe they were one and the same . . . But he hardly knew her! But oh, he /wanted/ to know her, if she would stop being so distant . . .* That's - I-I mean . . . I-I'd take a d-d-dull pack even if it meant not being a-alone.

Thealia: * Brows arched a bit as she took in his stuttering words. Oh if only he knew how utterly not dull Antianeira was. But that knowledge would be kept hidden, at least until he was of no more use to her. She was so close she could taste it* You would suffer a dull pack just for me? *Thealia question him while moving just a bit closer to him, acting as if she was impressed by those words.*

Azalea: * So her suspicions were true and Azalea felt sick to her stomach watching her mother act so familiar with this male. She knew what was going on, and even though she was doing something similar with a male it was still unsettling to watch her mother do so. Stepping from her hiding spot Azalea stood at the edge of the clearing, opposite the two wolves. * If you find the Sisters so dull Thealia then perhaps you shouldn’t bother returning to them * Using her mothers name to deliberately infuriate the green wolfess even more. *

Erynion: *He swallowed a little harder than necessary, bobbing his head* Y-Yes I would. Yes, miss, I would! *Maybe saying it multiple times would draw her in closer, like a hook upon fish - which was an odd comparison, considering it was Thealia who had him in her grasp. Wait . . . Thealia? He blinked and jerked his head towards the new voice, surprised to find that their secret spot wasn't so secret, and that . . . Wait, she was from the female's pack? Where they all green there?* Sisters . . . ?

Thealia: *So close to her trap indeed, she could almost taste his want for her and then…the world shattered around her. Thealia whipped her head around to glare at her daughter, instantly getting to her paws and letting out a low growl. * How dare you! * Anger flared in her eyes, if Azalea ruined things for her she would kill her daughter without a second thought. * Run home you little whelp!

Azalea: * Ah so she had broke into their little conversation at just the right moment, and that made Azalea smile, gaze fell upon the male who was clearly caught offgaurd by her appearance * She hasn’t told you yet? That our pack would use you as a slave and nothing more. *Eyes ticked to Thealia * Come now mother, why the harsh words, I thought I was your pride and joy.

Erynion: Wh-What . . .? *"Mother"? /"Slave"? He knew the female was more than a touch domineering sometimes, but . . . /damn/! MOre importantly, if the adolescent was her daughter then that meant . . . Ery's eyes widened in fear* You didn't tell me you h-had a mate! *He squeaked, prying himself away from her with horror* Oh gods . . . oh gods, wh-what am I doing!

Thealia: Azalea! *Thealia snapped at her daughter as she effectively ruined all of her hard work. Attention turned to Ery as he scooted away. Damnit! * Don’t be stupid, I have no mate *Anger tinged her voice though it wasn’t exactly directed at him more at Azalea * She was but an accident.

Azalea: *Ha! Take that mother! Azalea thought as she watched her try to recover from this blow * She would never allow herself to have a mate, she likes to chase too much tail for that. *Azalea looked upon Erynion for a moment and then back to her mother * An accident? Really, mother? You are so pathetic. And at the very least you could a picked a better male, he doesn’t seem your type.

Erynion: Accident! *For some reason this didn't comfort him, considering her daughter's words were now niggling at him. Begins to walk out of the den, shaking slightly as if till expecting another unwanted visitor to come out and have his or her two cents on the matter* Th-This is too much . . . M-Miss Thea, why didn't you tell me?

Thealia: Look what you have done! *Thealia was in a fury now, all that work, all those caring words, looks and actions had gone down the drain and it was all Azalea’s fault. Her angry gaze fell upon the sniveling Erynion. * There was nothing to tell! *Curse her daughter! She should have known she would come to ruin everything, like she always did * Get out of her now! *Thealia growled and without giving her daughter time to reply or react lunged forward, closing the gap between them intent on running her off or killing her, whichever came first. *

Azalea: * Azalea nearly laughed at her mothers fury, she had once been her prized daughter and was now forced to make a life for herself, and in that life she worked hard to destroy her mother.* Did she tell you the real reason she kept coming back to you? *Azalea questioned the male but had no time to stick around to hear his answer, with her mother quickly approached Azalea was forced to back peddle, she was no match against her mother in a fight and knew it was best to run, but she would taunt her mother one last time before doing so * Your age is catching up with you mother, look how slow you are moving *Spinning around Azalea dashed into the forest, her mother hot on her heels *

Erynion: *is left in their dust, gaping at their retreating forms as cold fear and heated resentment began to combat themselves within him. A pawn? Was that what he was? What other secrets had this Thealia been hiding from him, and was it best to cut his ties before he dug himself a deeper hole? But . . . what he had felt was something real. Was Ery so ill-fated that even his times with a woman werre to be spoiled? The cold air felt bitter against him, and he stepped back into his den feeling exhausted from the new information bombarding him form all sides as he attempted to find a conclusion to come to all of this . . .*