Within her lair..[Open]

He smirked slightly. "So we think alike. hmm. Ireland. Well, me mum was, and then we dispersed, my primary language was Irish. I can also speak Spanish, Latin Fluently." He said looking in the territory the brutes dark blue eyes scanning for Bovi, or Metal.

He chuckled at her embarssment. He stood, "I think its time we went inside." and he padded into the den, where he normally sat, where he could see everything. He laid down watching the entrance. Seren was already in here and seemed to be in thought. Shrugging his shoulders, he relaxed. This was his home now, if Seren grew to like him and keep him around that is.

Bovi followed, pulling his fair share and getting the prey to the den. With a happy grin he dropped the legs, his jaws aching from the pulling, and padded inside. "Hey! We are back!" He called, panting still quite heavily. He shook out his fur to try and dry himself a bit. He didn't want to get sick.

Turning his head sharply to noise at the den, he saw the remaining Brutes come with a doe. "Nice catch." He called out to the common and knight. They had to fight the storm worse then they did. He laid his head down again and watched the entrance. At least they were for now.

Fortis glanced to Seren. She seemed irritated. He gave her a small smile. Did she even trust them? He stood and stretched, arching his tassel above his back. When he stood, he yawned, He could go for a nap. Chuckling at himself, he sat. He was too awake for sleep now. He didn't know what to do. There wasn't much he could do, thanks to the storm outside. Maybe he would explore the territory when it ended. Looking out, he could tell it went from rain to a blizzard almost. any wolf out there now surely would be.... well, screwed.

Fortis turned his head to the mention of food. Waiting after Seren got her part of the meat, He padded outside in the heavy rain. Shaking his pelt at the cold water, He tore a piece big enough to hold him over until the next time they hunted or ate again. Moving back in, he sat back into his normal position, eating his portion quietly, still watching the entrance for a threat.

He felt Seren's gaze on him for a moment, finishing his meat, he licked his lips. It was good. he shivered for a second. No matter how thick his fur seemed, he still was chilled to the bone. Standing, he shook it out, turning him into a poof ball. Rolling his eyes at himself, he sat, hoping it would flatten before anyone saw it.

The mixed brute lifted his head to the Queen's words. He gave a chuckle. "I will attempt it, but no guarantee of it working." after a couple of moments, he flopped dramatically onto the cave floor and started to roll around. standing, he noticed it wasn't as bad any more, and it was barely noticeable, well, a little. "Never one for grooming." he mumbled to himself. He let his Dark blue eyes scan the den once more. everyone seemed okay. Looking up, he listened to the storm rage away outside.

Fortis hummed a small song he learned in Irish when he was pup quietly. His navy eyes closing, as he tried to remember the little song. he didn't remember the words. giving up he continued with the tune, making his voice barely audible. His mind wandered to Gladius and Decoris. Their names meant something. His was strong in Latin, Decoris was beautiful in Latin, and Gladius was Warrior in Latin. Strong, Beautiful, Warrior. The tan hued brute chuckled at his mother. She was making a sentence. He figured out what her name meant after they had disappeared, Caedes was Slaughter in Latin. He smirked, She would never Slaughter one of them though. Laying down, he closed his eyes, he could go for a nap now.

Fortis sat up as he heard movement from Seren's corner, is what the brute decided to call it. Opening his eyes, he watched her it sounded too quiet for a minute after she left. Looking up he realized that the storm had subsided. Growing curious of where the Fae kept going when she left, Fortis left a couple of minutes after her. Getting up, he padded outside, and almost fell. Looking down he saw that the rain had froze and formed ice. That was never a good sign. Shaking his head he looked around. Where did the Fae go, putting his nose to the ground he followed her scent to a pine tree. Looking around it the brute spotted her. "A little cold out here don't you think?" he asked, "Hope I'm not intruding."