By evening, everyone within the grounds knows about 'Vera, the Female Brute' and how she single-handedly took down the teveene that grew more than seven heads. Everyone, pups to the Elders spoke of her strength and rumors of her stealth. Word has traveled how quick and quietly a female from the Caverns could navigate the forest, at night. Not that Wolvernrians couldn't see in the dark, but the Forbidden Forest was a nightmare in the making. There's still predators out there most knew nothing about.
It's night, now, and there before the vast thick foliage stands the one and only Female Brute, Vera, Varken Warrior. Behind her are nine Wolvernrian warriors, all varying in age. Vera's heart picked up when she saw the youngest being a pup within the years to rival her own. An overwhelming sensation passed through her as she watched the mother bless her child, glaring at Vera. She said a few unkind words the siren chose to ignore and walked away with a pitiful look her her eyes.
It was moments later when Kaius and Theon decided to grace them with their presence. Vera clears her throat, sending the male a short glare. Returning her sights to the warriors before her, she thought back to the days she trained her fleet. A smirk befell her lips, "I have been informed by your.." she frowns, "our Alpha to teach you the ways of my Varken ancestors. Sadly, we haven't the time to undergo the strenuous training before a procedural assignment, therefore, I am giving you these simple commands to follow while in this errand:
"Don't stray; keep your eyes open; be alert. Watch me and stay within distance. I hunt; you observe." Vera demands with narrowed eyes, complete bone shattering authority rising in her voice. "Any challengers can walk in first."
The males almost drop to their knees. The kid does with tears trailing his face. Vera glances at him for a moment, but doesn't dare to move towards him. None of the men move an inch of their bodies, too afraid of the beasts that lurk within the trap. She whistles quite loudly after the deafening silence, leading them out to the forest in soft steps. The brave nine follow her lead, swiftly hunching down to squat and weave through the scattered vines and low branches at the female's pace. Vera takes her time, tracking several different prey until she comes upon a a set of familiar tracks. Small points in the soil about as big as a finger lead further into the brush.
Vera instantly pauses, her eyes trailing behind her. She notices Kaius has decided to take the rear while Theon follows behind her. She avoids scowling during this crusade and notices the crowd she gathering. Each male is well build and muscular, all could easily win in hand to hand battles. However, because they're so burly, they can't move as swift and as stealthily as Vera could. Vera's eyes linger over the lankier males, inspecting their forms from top to bottom. They fidget slightly under her gaze.
There's plenty of muscle to go around, but Vera didn't need muscle, she needs agility, endurance, the senses. This wasn't the time for brute strength but for simplistic strategy. Her eyes roam over the young ones, ripe for the taking. Vera couldn't see these warriors as nothing but, and only hungered for the blood of several beasts. Their blood seemed to be refreshing to her tastebuds, even the quads', so Vera's main goal is to procure as much fluid as possible. She wanted to bring home a prize for them.
Those peculiar illuminating emerald irises flicker from a very attractive Wolvernrian with sunshine locks. There's actually two of them that vaguely look alike, almost as if they'd been born as her Adare and Atlas were. They both have blue eyes, the male on the right has stormy irises and swirling emotions while the left male seems to have crystal clear glaciers. The obvious difference between them is their height, and not to mention their composures. The darker blue eyes seems to handle the squats quite well; but his brother itches to stand and attack.
Vera didn't need to jump the prey so soon, so she looks along the line, finding a male that looks to be around her age. He's quite buff, but lean as well. The dark haired male catches eyes with her, sending a friendly nod and nothing more. His stature in the pack seemed to be focused on his build, and Vera shut down the idea of having a burly male do the job she needed. She needs someone fast, agile, and small to carry out her plan.
Then, after gazing passed the two older Wolvernrians, Vera spots the perfect candidate. The tousled dirty blond hair fell to his shoulders in curls, shielding his eyes from view. Vera could tell how dark they could grow just from a single look. The boy no larger than a child squats down, small and minuscule behind the larger citrine eyed Wolvernrian. Once his eyes met hers though, the warrior turns his gaze somewhere else. Vera smirked, sensing the submission wafting through the air.
He was her pick.