<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 Udzaey<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside the Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night, Sixth Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>He was silent for a moment before speaking and Son' Lahleli found herself drawn even further in, completely forgetting Skrida and his nervous remark from just moments ago or the sacrifice he'd escorted to the festivities, everything it seemed; his rich voice melodic and soft in the dark night, his tale one of sorrow and strength. As he spoke she couldn't help but stare at him, at his long hair and youthful face, someone so different from the men, the wolves, she was used to seeing on a daily basis. With the hood of his cloak slipped down Tsaghani's features were easily distinguishable, his eyes almost golden in the dim light.<br/><br/>When he paused and licked his lips, Son' Lahleli found herself taking a step closer, her hand coming up unbidden to rest just lightly on his covered forearm. Something about his story, about his tragedy, spoke to her and for the first time in her life she felt the stirrings of wanting to take care of someone other than Nilteni. "The last 5 years I have traveled in search of a fabled pack of both power and prestige." Her mouth slipped into an 'O' of surprise and she listened with ever growing attention as he finished.<br/><br/>"You've been looking for the Nadaecki pack." Even as secluded as the pack was, they'd heard plenty of what others said about them. Son' Lahleli looked down and when she realized her hand was not only still on his arm, but now clenching at the material of his cloak, she snatched it back and flushed a deep red. Taking a moment to compose herself, she glanced back and saw Mikla and the other sacrifice walk in but Ts'itu had yet to come out. She turned back to Tsaghani and remembered his soft smile from when he'd started talking, the way he'd been so careful to let her know he meant no ill will, her shoulders straightening out just a bit as she made her decision.<br/><br/>"Tsaghani, you have found the Nadaecki pack. I hope that we are all you have been searching for." The way he stared at her, stared<em>into</em>her eyes sent a soft shiver of heat down her spine, her heart racing just slightly. It made her want to talk to him, open herself up to him in a way. Son' Lahleli had an idea of what was going on, but it seemed impossible that it would happen to her. At her age, she'd never expected…<br/><br/>Those thoughts were pushed from her mind with sheer force of will and she set her jaw. "I ask that you be as truthful with my alpha as you have with me, she will treat you well and not give you trouble unless you give her undue cause." And then, like before, words came out without permission. "If she welcomes you, I invite you to a meal at my home in a few days time."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Reia-NilteniTudi_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nilteni Tudi<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Skrida, Hiti, Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night, Sixth Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>At Kon's words, Nilteni let out a snort, head shaking as the other man talked. Astir's teasing words only seemed to rile up the young wolf even more, fists clenching and face set in a fierce expression. Nilteni looked away side, it seemed that Astir really had it out for Kon, and it was best if he avoided potentially getting caught up in something. A few moments later the door opened, Skrida walking in, and Nilteni perked up, trying to catch the other man's attention. Then he saw the girl at his side and the gentle way he guided her with a hand on her back.<br/><br/>For some reason that sent a hot wave of anger, jealousy, pure and raw, crashing through him and he growled low in his throat. "I have someone to see to, Nilteni. Excuse me." A wave in Kon's direction, the words barely registering, Nilteni started to make his way over to Skrida. Others moved out of his way, knowing that when his expression was set in a blank mask, he was most likely angry, an emotion he barely showed. When he reached them he gave the red head a tight smile and then stepped in close to Skrida, stepped in between them, liberally employing his height to crowd the other man in, pressing him up slightly against the wall by the door.<br/><br/>"Skrida," his voice was low, a throaty rumble scratching through it. Nilteni placed one hand on Skrida's hip, head dipping down so he could nose lightly at the man's jaw, teeth nipping at the still chilly skin. "Had I known you were coming so late I would have waited at your forge for you." His other hand slipped up the shorter man's arm, over his shoulder, and moved to the nape of his neck, squeezing in a strong possessive hold. "Truth be told, I'd much rather we had stayed at the forge and not come at all."<br/><br/>He pushed Skrida completely against the wall and pressed in against him, bodies sliding together perfectly, his instincts to claim, claim,<em>claim</em>, fogging up all reasoning. "Say you're mine, Skrida. Say it,<em>please</em>."<br/>