Amaya was beautiful, far more than Drekistone was. The flower was not much of a cold, snow and ice kind of girl. More so she loved the warmth, the beauty of nature. Not harsh, cold and dead. So once the meeting was over, she decided to clean up and settle in, hopefully able to forget about the heinous incident she was put through. She wished Primrose had joined her, but didn't hold her breath. The girls were traumatized, and unfortunately pulled apart when they fled. Sansa was more battered mentally likely, after suffering Joffery's torture. Her eyes continued to water as she gracefully moved from the meeting area.
Her brown form moved toward the smell of water, finding the waterfall. Slowly she slipped into the water, cleaning the blood that dried in clumps to her fur. Her breaths slowed as she attempted not to cry, the thought of her grandmother before she died. Her confession had saved Margaery, as well as the prisoners. She let out soft sobs as she watched the blood come off of her. Her brown body now untarnished, the roses on her back perking from the water. She rose out of the pool of fresh water, shaking out her body before she ventured with tear soaked cheeks to find a spot for her den. Her gaze settled on a tree, the roots cast out all over and she could see an animal once burrowed here. She dug out more space, making it larger for herself and if she ever had company.
As she dug, her mind sharpened on her new reality. Amaya laws. She had caught the attention of everyone in the pack as she walked in and admitted the events that overtook her day at her arrival. Crowe, the Alpha, seemed more than happy to welcome her and explain their laws. So ranking was based on looks, desirability. She would have no problem with that, but her wants grew for more than just to be admired. Once more she wanted to be on top, she deserved a throne and nearly had one, but Cersei got in the way of that. She was fit to be Queen, raised her whole life to become nearly fit. She gave a soft sigh as she settled into her den. She was happy it was already night time, and could only hope the next day would be softer on her. ”Margaery?” A low voice made her raise her head, Crowe did say he would come to speak with her. She climbed out of her den, sitting down just outside. ”I realized I never checked in on you earlier. How are you settling in?” She smiled faintly, sitting up. "I'm settling in well I'd say, thank you." She spoke softly, her plume curling around her paws as she hoped to look more put together. Truly she needed more information on this brute. He had a wife and children, that much was known. But how sturdy was their relationship truly? She'd have to play her cards right.
As she tilted her head to the side, an attempt to play an innocent woman. ”I thought you were stunning before you cleaned up, but it doesn’t surprise me that your beauty withstands all, dear Margaery.” Her smile matched his as a soft, flirtatious giggle left her lips. ”I’m sorry if that was too forward.” She shook her head, a playful smile on her maw. "Not at all, your grace. You're too kind." She felt a blush crawl across her face. "I must admit, I found you captivating as well." She said softly, her blue gaze wandering over him for a moment. Perhaps this would be easier than she thought. "Tell me, my King. Did you wander all the way to find me to check in, or was it something more?" She grinned with a light tease. "Because, as per your laws, the females get to pick. I couldn't think of anyone I'd be more honored to lay with, if it were something of interest to you."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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