Aaliyahs soft voice is just a murmur as her puppies drift to sleep curled up against her flawless ivory stomach. She murmurs words to them in Latin – the language she has decided will be there first. There are stories she tells them. Great, magnificent stories, whispered into perfect formed ears as her boys drift off to sleep of wondrous angels fighting against demons who care for no wolf but themselves. And there are stories of their father. The greatest demon of them all - who fell for an angel and broke all the laws. Stories of a grandmother she doesn’t think they will ever get to meet, a fearless awe inspiring queen who could rule over nations and dazzled like a true goddess among her people. And sometimes there were rules. Rules she utters very carefully to the absorbent minds of her rapidly developing young.

In the hopes that their subconscious would commit these rules to memory, permanently, Ally tells her boys very specific, very important things that she hopes will protect them in the days and weeks and years to come. “Nunquam permitte angeli capere vos off satellitum, numquam nocui pack feminam, voca pro me cum tu es esurientibus.{Never let the angels catch you off guard, never hurt a pack mate, call for me when you are hungry.}” Every day, and without a doubt, for the rest of her days she would worry about her boys and all future children. Soon though they would be up and moving and she would have to hold up her end of the bargain she’d struck with Isola to keep Tobias away and that meant leaving. Heyel had told her Tobias was here that night she gave birth and she knows without a doubt he hasn’t gone far since she had come here. And to make him stay away she would go - she could only hope when she did Elijah and Alyx would remember her rules and that she loved them.

Tonight she must go to him though. Despite what fate may have said about him not being the other half of her soul, she disagrees, and after being with him for so long being without him is like missing half of herself. Once the puppies are deeply asleep Aaliyah slinks out of her den a thin sliver of moonlight the only thing lighting the darkness surrounding her. Still she takes the time to search the darkness for the spies of her father, staring into the blackness for the white ear of Malina or her white sidekick. No one would harm her puppies, should they try she would make them wish she’d set her mate upon them.

Half covering her den entrance with dirt so it would be even more invisible in the almost completely absent light the masked wolf makes her way to the borders. She walks with her usual grace, the weakness that the labor and litter had on her hidden to any not privy to her thoughts. Tobias must not see - he was the last one she would allow to see. Instead a calm, happy aura surrounds her as she makes her way towards where she can already smell her mate. With the knowledge that his scent is lingering into Diveen Ally knows she will have to leave soon, no matter how much it would hurt to leave her pups here so defenseless and all alone she had to keep the wolves of Diveen safe as well. The thought is shrugged off as she cross the invisible border though - she has neglected her mate for too long - this time was for him.

Her once again smaller, slimmer frame slinks through the shadows mutely. She knows he won’t need sound or smell to find her, her mate would have been watching the entire time. Walking only until his form melts from the shadows, exposing the perfection her eyes and very being craves so much, she turns to him a smile already dazzling her stunning obsidian and russet features and embraces him her teeth and tongue caressing and teasing at the fur of his scruff and higher up by his ear in a way she knows he likes. She thinks of the words beforehand trying to get them as grammatically correct as possible for him, in a way she would for no other, so he can understand her easier although she thinks again it would be easier to teach him her language, after all she did speak it often enough that he may know words of it already. “Dilectione mea {my love } I missed you much.”