<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Reia-SonLahleli_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Son' Lahleli<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsaghani, Ts'itu<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside the Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night, Sixth Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>"No...no...please don't go. I would enjoy sharing your company while waiting to see your Alpha." At hearing Tsaghani's words, something in Son' Lahleli relaxed and she shut her eyes in relief. He kept talking, apologizing, his voice losing the harshness it'd held only moments before. "Please allow me to start over where things between the two of us are concerned."<br/><br/>Heart thumping, Son' Lahleli brought a hand up to her eyes to finish drying her tears. An odd sort of happiness filled her and she took a deep breath, trying to pull the stoicism she'd carefully carried for so long back over her features. When Tsaghani mentioned still wanting to take up her offer, calling her a '<em>very lovely woman</em>' in the process, the blush she'd carried before rushed back over her skin. When he felt silent again she realized it would be best to turn around and speak with him, to not ignore him any longer.<br/><br/>As she turned Astrid walked by, giving Son' Lahleli a respectful nod. She returned the new sacrifice's greeting and braced herself for facing Tsaghani once again. He was looking at her, his face showing a contriteness that she knew meant he'd truly not intended to be so short with her. Another breath and she stepped close to him again, the warmth of his body heat in the frigid night air a comfortable cocoon she never wanted to leave. "I too must apologize," Son' Lahleli met his eyes and gave him a small smile, the corners of her lips barely moving, "even while part of a pack, I have fended for myself for so long, that it's hard to be...open."<br/><br/>His eyes seem to draw her in and she gave in to temptation, stepping even closer to him and placing one of her cold hands over his laced ones, long fingers looking oddly elegant against his weathered hands, closing over Tsaghani's in a plaintive grip. It was strangely exhilarating to be so close to him, a mere breath of space between them. Son' Lahleli pulled her other hand from where it'd been holding her short cloak tightly against her in a defensive manner and placed it on his chest, fingers curling slightly in the tick fur of his cloak, her heart beat kicking up to levels she only felt when on a hunt.<br/><br/>"Getting to know each other is a good idea, Tsaghani, and I would like that as well." Behind her she could hear a door open and she knew it was most likely Ts'itu but felt completely disinclined to move away from him.<br/>