@Deacon 
RE: There is a full moon tonight.

Spring was just on the horizon, she could see it in the melting snow, taste it in the warming air. The pristine white blanket that had once coated the Earth, was turning to slush, caking mud to the bottom of her pads. A misfortune, but one she could overlook, should the prey return soon. Ready to hone her skill, and become the predator she was destined to be, Celandine reveled in the arrival of a new season, completely naive to the fact that spring would bring little usurpers to her throne. For the time being, she was free to roam, to learn, and to be the future queen. Secure in her position, at least for now, the youth thought nothing more on the topic.

Ascending the mountain was no real feat for the youngest Argyris. By then, she had already traversed the heights numerous times, her pale paws finding the surest foot holds with ease. Only months ago, her limbs would not have been strong enough to climb so nimbly, but nothing could stop her anymore. Not height, nor weight. Not even maturity, for she was almost of an age at which she could survive on her own. Although she did not plan to leave the safety of her kingdom, she awaited the day eagerly.

Reaching the highest peak on their little piece of the mountain in no time at all, she found herself with time to spare. When she had left the plateau hours ago, she did so with a mission in mind. Tonight marked another full moon, one she wanted to see.

This was set the day after he met up with Mojave, so I thought I would just roll with it~

His scent was on the air long before his voice, which delighted the youth. Rather than seeking him out, Celandine settled herself in, confident that he would come once he latched on to her perfume. When his bark finally came, she turned, sweeping amber eyes over his form. He looked the same, but it was not his appearance that shook her. The lack of ridge wolves was noticeable in his coat, telling her that Deacon hadn't been home for a while. That wasn't it either, unfortunately. The problem was much more serious than that. A female's scent had replaced the heavy musk of willows. She might not have held any claim to the boy, but that fact did nothing to ease the twisting of her insides. 

Celandine simply did not do jealousy. It was a horrendously unattractive color. Even more so on a future queen, but she couldn't help but admit that it bothered her. "Deacon." She nodded, unsure of exactly how she was feeling, and what she was going to do about it. He thought she was upset with him? "Of course not. Why would I be mad?" Was there a reason she should be? No. Deacon did not belong to her. He was free to do as he pleased, and if that freedom was chasing around some girl, then so be it.

When he leaned in to nudge her cheek, she felt butterflies erupting, and when his whispered 'beautiful' hit her ears, she'd almost forgotten why she was irritated. "Thank you." If anything, Celandine knew how to take a compliment. She did not seek reassurance, never having a need for it.

Celandine hadn't put much though into who she might take to mate when the time came. The youth had been spent so much time securing her own place upon the thrown, that a significant other was... much less significant to her. In fact, if it weren't for the matter of pups - which would undoubtedly secure her reign further- she might have considered ruling alone. When she did think about it, however, she did so in a way that was probably less than usual. Rather than vivid daydreams in which the pale princess would be swept off her paws by some handsome prince, she imagined it merely as a political arrangement. Not only would her suitor have to be strong, sturdy, and sturdy enough to rear a handsome brood, but he would have to be a leader. It wouldn't do for her to breed with a subordinate, nor have the loss of power that came with allowing the lead male to do so. Cubs were a sign of strength, and she'd be damned if any lowly wretch thought that they had the privilege of bearing children. The youngest Argyris would see to it that pups would be her right, and her's alone.

His flattery was never lost on the girl as she soaked it into her very bones, unable to get enough. "I trust you won't keep me waiting so long again." It wasn't an outright command, but she'd like it seen to anyway. Something about his presence was always so enticing, though she didn't understand why her heart would thrum, beating a rhythm all it's own, and her skin would flush. It felt wild, and dangerous. Luckily, Celandine never had a problem with danger.

"And you will be a strong king." It was all she could do to get the words past her tongue which suddenly felt so thick. "The willows are fading from your coat. You've been away from home for a while, haven't you?" Curiosity piqued, the girl awaited his answer. Had he truly ran away from home, with a girl by his side?