Restless. The obsidian behemoth was getting tired of staying in one place at once. Every now and then she would wander in the loner lands, relishing with the freedom. She was not meant to stay within the pack lands for too long, even if she had something of hers within the territory. Silently she was moving towards the bog, her jaws carrying a rather large tawny and beaver. She had plucked it from the swamp easily. The prey was unaware that she was nearby and how could she not go after it? It didn’t deserve to live. The beaver would make a great meal for herself, and a good teaching tool for her pup. Her long ebony silts carried her scarred frame easier over the swamp, that plump stomach of hers long gone. She could feel her speed increase, taunt muscles free from the burden of carrying extra dead weight. It was a shame that her imprint was incapable of taking care of herself or the child they had created together. Just another reason why he was nothing but a weakling. Even if her daughter carried his blood, she would squash any sign of weakness, this was her child, and no child of hers would be weak.

Grey trimmed ears swirled back and forth when she heard the sounds of a small puppy growl coming near her den. Quietly she would head over towards the thick grasses, noticing a familiar ebony and crimson figure moving back and forth. Sapphire eyes narrowed as she watched her spawn pounce left and right, dodging imaginary blows. Her intimidating shadow towered over the pup, as she issued her own lower growl, dropping the dead beaver to the ground. Quickly she would make a swat at her child with one mangy paw, and she would continue swatting at her child, watching as she would continue to bounce back and forth. She would continue doing this with her child, her growls would lower with approval when she watched her pup pounce and try to attack her paw instead of dodging it. Wanting to finish this off, she would lowered her head, her sharp teeth barred ready to pick up the child by her scruff when she was surprised by a furry of paws beating her snout. Snarling she used her paw to knock the child on her back, poking her nose into her child’s face.

“Good…don’t forget to use your teeth.”
That cold alto voice purred out slowly and after she spoke she would snap her teeth right above her child’s ear. Lifting her paw to let the pup go she would turn around towards the beaver. Sitting on her ebony haunches she lifted her paw and raked down the throat and stomach of the beaver, allowing the blood to stain the ground. Looking down at her child a gruff growl was given as she sat quietly waiting for her child to prove that she was paying attention in their lessons. She was, if anything, a responsible parent. A child of hers had to know their prey and needed to have an understanding on how life works and what is the best way to end it in another’s. As she listened to her child answer the unasked questions, her dial would tilt up when she caught the scent of a male approaching them. She would sit quietly, ignoring her child completely as she observed the Alpha Demon coming…why he was here she didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to allow his claws into her own flesh and blood just yet.