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She strode through the packlands like a lioness stalking prey, paws careful in their steps, deliberate in their intent. Her long, striped tail flagged behind her like a banner, signaling to all of Gomorrah that this was HERS. Hers...not Swell's, and not that woman's halfbreed mongrel of a son's. Her lips prickled up, hackles stiff and sticking rigid as she moved.

Picking up pace, Piper barreled between trees and slid into a field just off the boundary line. She took a deep breath in, sniffing deeply, and then let it out with the flick of her ear. She was still prime. She was still young. Just because she had two sets of litters grown to adulthood, just because she was a grandmother...it meant nothing. She was still strong, capable Piper. Alphess of Gomorrah, the pack of sin.

With a snort, she marked the nearest tree and continued on down the line. Seems she was a little testy...

Piper, herself, wasn't one to respect pack boundaries either...but when it came to her own pack, that was a different story. Padding along, nose to the ground snuffling, she caught scent of musk and wild--male. The thought bothy pricked her hackles and brought a delighted chill down her spine. She straightened, glancing around for him, pricking her ears forwards. She still had youth in these bones, in this form. She was still strong and swift. That, she kept reassuring herself of.

And she could still catch prettyboys to wait on her every whim. Her lips twisted into a half-smirk as she padded along. It wasn't long before she saw him--deep blue pelt, thick ruff of fur around his neck. Carrying himself well. Young... Reckless? She'd find out.

Stalking forwards, she caught scent of his mark and let a low, rumbling growl up her throat, coming up nearer him. "I don't suppose you even know what pack you're trying to claim." Her voice was sultry, mildly curious.

Piper's brow lifted as he shook his leg and moved towards her. She stood stock-still, body squared and tail rising high above her back, almost curling at the tip. Her head inclined to him, ears flicking back for just a moment as she felt the heat of his emerald gaze stride down her form. Damn... She hadn't had a male affect her this way since...Hurricane. Shaking her head, she offered a smirk at his words.

"So lemme get this straight, darling," she began, stepping forwards daintily to circle a wide berth around him. Her own amber-brown gaze flicked down his youthful body and strong legs. Legs made for running. And...well, other things. She chuckled huskily. "You're brash enough to come into unknown packlands, hunt on our stock and rest in our safety. Isn't that a little...presumtuous?"

Sleet. Blue like fire with a sheen of darkness across his pelt. And those striking green eyes, mesmerising almost. "Beautiful works, but sucking up's gonna get you nowhere." She shot him a smirk, tossing her head back with a laugh. "I would be Piper, alpha of Gomorrah... This here?" She scraped claws across the earth between them. "Is the land I was born and raised in, daughter of Lust herself. This is my world..."

Piper blinked at his honesty--not a trait you really found in Gomorrah wolves--and then chuckled. "I suppose I could be...persuaded to forgive you," she smirked as he spoke, her name on his tongue and God, just the way he said it was... She cut off her train of thought and tipped her head to the side in a way that made her look young at heart.

"Well that's good to know. Although, I already knew it," she admitted, rolling her shoulders. Her hackles had long-since flattened out, but winter still kept her coat thick with fur. She shook herself, flicking Sleet on the end of the nose with her tail. "Mmm.. Are you looking to stay, perhaps? Join this roguish pack of scoundrels and sleep your way to the top?" She leveled him a stare, very curious to his intent. "Or do you intend to sleep your way to the top, then book it."

Piper quirked a brow. This male was...very curious indeed. She found herself entranced by the thick, royal blue fur and the teal that ran from head to tail. Like Dasha... Her lip rose at the thought of her ex-lover; sure, they both knew it wasn't for good, but Piper had become fond of the rogue. The puppies; they'd scared him off, she decided with a shake of her head. She didn't even know where the one had run off to but Urban had stuck around.

Now if only he'd get serious about taking a mate and settling down as heir to the Gomorrah throne. Something he wasn't entirely pleased about. She huffed and fixed her brown eyes on Sleet. Sleet...

"Oh?" Brazen little thing, wasn't he. She smirked lazily. "Is that a proposition?" Shifting her weight, she rolled a shoulder, thinking of her once-mate. "Hurricane is no longer alpha, and he's no longer my consort. In fact, I hope he's long gone, back to his Mommy." She smirked. No, she didn't regret her children... Not any of them, but she regretted allowing Hurricane leverage in her pack. She gave another huff.

Piper gave a chuckle at his words. "He was many years ago, when I was a young and foolish queen." She bit the words out with slight venom, turning her avid gaze on him as he strode through her lands without fear. He was damn near perfection in a wolf's body. A shiver traced down her spine and she padded along beside him, keeping her head high and her tail wagging behind her like a banner of "this is my land, brutes--I am your queen, you will obey me". Ooh, naughty.

"I suppose I could do that." She let her tongue flick across her maw, pausing to shoot him a look. "I'd say that I'm a lady and need to be pampered, but..." She gave a throaty laugh, as if the thought amused her. "I am the Queen of Sin, afterall. I don't believe you'd believe me if I said I wanted a gentle companion."

But she found herself wondering: wondering what he'd be like as her King, young and proud and cocky, full of himself and his ability. When she got older--it was going to happen eventually--maybe this royal blue boy could head the pack. "Shall we?" She motioned a paw and then padded forwards at a swift pace, intending to show him around the pack as...precursor, and then her den, of course.

Piper felt a grin slip across her maw at his compliment: he was right: she was older, wiser, AND stronger for the situation. She had taken Hurricane as her mate possibly out of guilt--she'd handicapped the wolf, she'd felt she owed it to him. And true, she was young and fiery and wanted to bed down with someone. And it wasn't like she didn't love him...at least for awhile, she did. Now he was a hazy memory, the only reminder of him being her son, Squall, and the bright orange of his pelt.

She shivered again: never again would she borne pups into the world in hues of orange. Blues were royal and aesthetically pleasing and she wouldn't be able to deny that she was contemplating what she and Sleet's pups looked like. She had one more, good litter in her... She had to make this one worthwhile.

And his words thrilled her. A slow, simmering smirk rose onto her lips, her tail wagging gently. "Oh, believe me--if you're only half as fiery in a den romp as you are now...I'm sure I'll be begging for a repeat performance."

Piper snickered at his implications. "Baby, I always come out on top," she said with a smirk. Her pawsteps ate up the ground, quick and nimble as they walked in ambient silence for several moments before he spoke again. She inclined her head to him, wondering that same exact thing--if he wasn't looking to stay, what could he offer to Gomorrah? Piper knew her pack wasn't as...strict as her dear Chernabog's Reign Of Terror, where they demanded tributes... Still...

She shook her head. "For once...I'm unsure. We could use another hunter, another protector, but we don't need it." She paused, looking deep into those hunter green eyes. "What do you want to do...besides the obvious." Her lips quirked.