<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsaghani, Son' Lahleli<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu reached up to run her fingers roughly through her hair. It was so unconscious a movement that she flinched slightly to feel the slip of her still unsheathed claws into her flesh. The scent of her own blood, coppery and hot, filled the air around her. Minor scratches but they would undoubtedly bleed profusely. She sighed and forced herself to calm, waited as her bloodied claws slipped into far less intimidating human nails. The blood upon her hands was washed away easily enough by the snow, leaving streaks of red against it's purity.<br/><br/>Given that it was put a short walk from the Alpha House to where Son' Lahleli's scent was strongest, she'd seen what was coming and what had prompted her to thoughtlessly dig her claws into her hair. Framed in moonlight and surrounded by ancient pines stood Son' Lahleli, the Ice Spirit as some stupid young pups occasionally described her, staring at a Tikaan male with something remarkably close to love within her eyes. That would have been enough to shock, yet then the Tikaan male leant forth as if to kiss Son' Lahleli. The two were so wrapped up within each other that they hardly seemed to notice her approach.<br/><br/><em>Good for Son' Lahleli</em>, Ts'itu thought wryly. As she drew to a stop before them, she placed one hand on her cocked him and tilted her head to the side. She would wait for them to acknowledge her, though her wolf was already raised and pacing within her at the sight of this intruder so close to one of her pack. Finally she saw the male freeze, then turn his head slowly to look over his shoulder at her, she smiled in a way that was distinctly feral.<br/><br/>Son' Lahleli backed away from the male quickly enough, a flush upon her cheeks and reluctance in her movement. The elder woman bowed, already explaining the situation in her usual succinct manner. Ts'itu's eyes flickered from the man in question back to her beta. There was something more than just random lust to the moment she'd stumbled upon, something she would need to keep an eye on, but later. It had to be something large to so distract Son' Lahleli. That was dangerous, possibly deadly, if this 'Tsaghani Udzaey' turned out to be a threat. Whether she scolded Son' Lahleli would be highly dependent upon whether or not the male turned out to be dangerous.<br/><br/>It seemed that Son' Lahleli was already aware of the danger she'd presented by being so caught up in the stranger.<em>Though in complete fairness,</em>Ts'itu thought,<em>he seemed just as caught up.</em>Indeed while Son' Lahleli had apologized and seemed ready to flee to some dark corner of the Beta House to lick her wounds, Tsaghani was already stepping beside the slightly shorter woman. His bow flowed smoothly into the next movement, that of placing his arm around Son' Lahleli's shoulders. So smooth it spoke of naturalism, of comfort and long years, something these two clearly could not have.<br/><br/><em>Mates,</em>she thought. Dark eyebrows rose. It was rare but not unheard of for Tikaan to bond near instantly to a so called 'perfect' mate. Most would merely court and grow to love some wolf or anther, but some, the lucky ones, found perfection in a single look. It would undoubtedly make whatever news this man brought twice as complicated. Had she been alone she would have groaned, as it was she grimaced slightly before nodding.<br/><br/>"Given the circumstances, I can hardly hold this against either of you. Though I would appreciate if you could contain yourselves long enough to tell me whatever it is that brought you the many miles to my pack's territory." Her tone was crisp, though not unkind. Mostly it spoke of being slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Perpetually single as she was, being around mates was always slightly awkward, especially when they were like this. She had no doubt that the moment her back was turned there would be more romantic declarations. She would let them get to it as soon as she was given the information that was supposedly so desperate only minutes before.<br/><br/>Apparently she was unaware of the possible hypocrisy of her thought process, for her desire to extract herself from the situation as soon as would be permissible given the possible threat Tsaghani still posed had little to do with cold or discomfort and much to do with the thought of the small redheaded sacrifice still waiting in the House for her.