Now the lady knew that she had some tricks up her sleeve. She'd been #####d out before - not that she minded per se. Letting men do what they pleased with her? Especially someone with power? It could be a gain for her. Especially with dear Beartooth. That man had occupied her mind for so long. She'd had her flings, one in particular with Phobus, Prince of Amberbjorne. That monster took his way with her. Roughly, angrily. Someone like that shouldn't have the rights to touch a female body. Normally she wouldn't mind having a man use her like he did, but there was something more sinister about it. More like he knew he was a monster and was trying ever so dearly to restrain himself from killing her on the spot. That kind of anger, that kind of fear he instilled in her, it wasn't something she would easily forget anytime soon. Which is part of the reason she sought out Tarben, and Beartooth in particular. That man could protect her, and she would get her way. A night under the stars was the promise. He owed her, and she owed him that. Their last interaction had been cut short by him battling some other idiot brute for the love of Larentia. Supposedly, he'd pupped her and she disappeared, running from her protector. How pathetic. Could that b i t c h not see how powerful Beartooth was? How dangerous he could become? What an idiot. She preferred her chances here better than any other pack. Maybe she'd be able to pass through the ranks for Beartooth's heart. Though, after his pathetic little wife ran away, maybe he had sealed his heart up for good.

Soraya wasn't sure what to make of these lands. They were cold, viking like. Beartooth had done well in setting up the place. She stuck out like a sore thumb, russet colored coat looking like blood splattered on the snow. Her black stilts were dotted with flakes that clung to her. In the moments waiting for her past fling to show up, she pondered over the last time she'd seen Beartooth. Maybe he'd changed a bit since she last saw him. Would he be happy to see her? Or would he scorn her for having disappeared without that promise of a night under the stars. Maybe she could make it up to him somehow. Maybe.. she could show him how a real Queen would act. Someone better than Larentia. She felt a bit shocked at the thought. Was she jealous? No, she couldn't be. Beartooth was a fling. Someone who could protect her, someone she could use for personal gain. In turn, she would pleasure him and keep him company in between his other little flings. Soraya wasn't sure if it were to be possible for him to pup her. After all, they were separate species. It might be possible.. magic was flooding these lands lately. Before, she'd seen wolves with horns, wings, scales, and a variety of some with elemental powers. She'd even heard about one wolf in particular, now a member of Dawnshire who was a Royal Zodiac.

When the man finally arrived, a breath of relief left her maw. "Well, well, well . . . If it isn't the lovely Soraya." His voice sounded the same, maybe a bit gruffer than when she had last spoken to him. It was hot. Beartooth was incredible in his own ways. He'd made a wonderful home here, and the style of the pack fit him amazingly. "It's wonderful to see you, King Beartooth." She purred out to him, as he approached her. She was still a bit taller than him, but he was larger than her. He could easily overtake her if he wanted to. "What is it you seek from Tarben? What can a grant such a beautiful young lady as yourself?" As he circled, he stopped by her side and let his tail curl over her rump. "You tease.." She giggled out, feeling him press against her. "If it's shelter you seek . . . I'd be more than happy to give it to you. If it's rankings, well . . . " he leaned closer to her audits, them now standing at full attention for him. "I'm sure we can work something out, so long as you're still interested in a night under the stars."

The femme fatal gave him a gentle giggle, enjoying the feeling of his fur mixed with hers. "It's a home I seek, my dear King Beartooth. Rankings can come later, i'm more interested in you. When I'd heard you started a pack.." she murmured, allowed her nose to gently touch the nape of his neck. ".. Well, I just couldn't resist seeing it for myself. I'd figured you'd be able to protect me. And.. I come to fulfill the promise of a night under the stars." she whispered, before pulling back slightly to look at him. The ballerina gave him a small smirk, tilting her head slightly. "So, what about that girl you called your wife at one point? Not to intrude on that subject, but I heard that she betrayed you. I can't believe she would do that to you. It must've hurt." she sympathized, before pressing back against him in some form of comfort and warmth. "I know that night when we parted ways we didn't get to have our special moment, but I've come to fulfill that promise to you. I'm deeply sorry for not having done it before. I hope you'll still have me. And if you ever need someone to teach that girl a lesson, without sexuality and more just.. breaking mentally.. just let me know." she could feel the jealousy slipping out slightly again, and maybe Beartooth would pick up on it. Truth was, she cared for the King. "Those thoughts aside.. will you give me a home, my King?"