The intertwining’s of the caves alluded to her incapability of thinking like others. Why wolves demanded to be a part of a pack she could never understand. Really, she rather enjoyed being alone and not having a care in the world for others. All her life she had been stuck in a rather long cave, always seeing the light, but never quite reaching it. Every now and then she would feel the urge to connect, to be around others, but time and time again she held herself back, not wanting to try or bother. Her imprint was trying. Every time he came she could feel his need to have her around, she knew he secretly wished for her to return with him and be a part of his own kind. Yet he understood that she could do no such thing. No one was allowed to tell her what to do, no one, and having to submit to another, all because of pack protocol. Since when did a wolf have any right or need to control another. The very thought of hearing some voice allowed what she was supposed to do only annoyed her. When Heyel ordered her to not speak in what was known as his family’s right…she wanted to chew him up and spit him out. To think that he had the audacity to tell her to be silent when she knew a language…it did not make her happy at all. Yet she knew she could not attack him, she was not in the best situation to be in, given the fact she was just ripped apart by a mountain lion and there were too many wolves around. When Meryl wanted her to be still as he rubbed the solution on to her wounds, she obeyed mostly because he asked and she wanted the pain to go away. Now, because she followed what he asked she was capable of moving about, but not for long periods of time. She knew she only had a few hours to run about before she had to get back to that den and be looked after…she didn’t want the poor wolf’s efforts to be wasted.

Sapphire eyes narrowed as she walked silently through the entrance of the cave, getting herself used to the darkness, she would sway her head back and forth taking in the sights. A tattered ear twitched and her movements stopped when she caught a scent of a smallish female. Growling softly, ebony hackles rose as she noticed the blood red eyes staring at her. Watching the pup appear her bloodstained lips remained barred, sharp ivories could be seen through the darkness. As the ghost white yearling appeared through the shadows, indigo eyes remained narrowed as she approached closer. The Monster’s stance was foreboding speaking not of weakness, but of silent power. She was a proud create, a creature that believed she could survive through anything, and really if she went down her list of ways she beat Death then truly she could receive that high honorary title. A tattered ear twitched as the left side of her scarred face tilted ever so slightly in curiosity. She noticed how the yearling carried herself, being cautious, her ears slammed against her ebony cranium, the scent she caught spoke of uneasiness. The growling sound in the pit of her stomach only intensified. She was not one that enjoyed feeling weakness in her presence. It did not set her right. As the girl’s muzzle stuck out closer, inching to be near her she let out a warning snarl. She was not one to attack another, not without valid reason and the only thing the yearling was doing…was being an annoying sight. As the girl ordered her to play she raised her dial to full height now. A dark cold tone tumbled out as she lowered her head closer to the other girls.

“No, now run along and play with someone else.”

It was an order…not a suggestion.

The Monster was not a deipnosophist. She would raise her head to full height as she began to walk forward once more completely ignoring the girl. Her tail swaying side to side in a dominant manner. As she walked past the yearling she would notice more faded old scars that seemed to blend perfectly with her ebony hide, making her more threatening than before. Really. She was not a wolf that should be approachable. As she moved deeper within the caverns, she heard the sound of rushing water and a cool draft blowing through. Eager to see where the water was coming from she pointed in that direction, making sure her paws remained on the ground, feeling out gently for any cracks or subtle giveaways of holes. The last thing she needed was to be stuck forever in a cave.