The Tiger was growing bored with the packs silence. Crowe was exceptional with his laws, truly Uzi had a love for the idea of being fought over by women ~ Yet all they had now was the shy flora woman, and the Alphess who just had the packs heirs. Daenerys left when some freak called for an army without even the land to call home, an uprising. They needed more females, more options. He wanted to be chosen, and chosen again. That’s when a call filled the air, making him hopeful. He rose to his paws, dashing from the den he made atop the waterfall.
He scaled his way gracefully down the waterfall before finding his way to the border, where she sat - A snow white lass with pink hued skin. Violet eyes. Beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen. His striped and bright orange form made it’s way out of the foliage to greet her, a sly grin on his face. “Well, hello there, not every day we get a beautiful woman at our borders.” He said, sitting down as his feline tail wrapped around his paws. His head cocked to the side as his emerald gaze inspected her down to the beautiful wings that graced her back. “I’m Uzi, Sigma of Amaya. And you are?” He asked, infatuated with the strange yet beautiful woman. Her spotted wings, graced with black and white and hints of light blue. A Faerydae, and one who resembled a species he’d seen around the area ~ Hewitsons Sebre-Winged butterflies. Something he marveled often as well, the butterflies of all kinds were beautiful, and this woman before him captured them so wonderfly.
She reminded him of snowflakes, snow white, unique, and beautiful. His gaze looked to meet hers. “Let me get you up to speed here with Amayas laws ~ We have similar laws to a pack apparently called Tarben. However, instead of men having the power, women do. The women here choose who they lay with, whoever they want and as many as they want. Consent of course is always needed, though I doubt a lovely young lady such as yourself would be denied by any. Ranking here is based on desirability. If you have any other questions please let me know.” He spoke with a wink and a grin.
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