It isn’t every day the Monster is roaming near the borders of pack lands. Lately, she had been dwelling in two places. She was staying in Diveen, being healed after protecting their legendary old King from the claws of a mountain lion. There were times when she had to sleep within Isola’s eldest child’s cave, being healed by their Master Doctor. To think that wolves would know how to heal…that was something she couldn’t quite comprehend. Yet, it happened, it worked, and she was mildly impressed, but she would not say such things. Although she appreciated their generosity, she had to return to the shadows and smog of Iromar. There within the swamps was a miniature form of her flesh and blood. Although she did not want the child at first, she had grown to be…responsible for her well-being. She could not love nor show how much she cared for her demonic child, and yet, she was pleased nonetheless. After all the child was taking much of herself in her actions…thankfully. She made sure to snuff out any sort of weakness she might have obtained from her spineless imprint. How cruel Fate was…to bestow upon her an imprint that was opposite of her, an imprint with no backbone, no bloodlust. A lowly creature not worth to be in her presence, let alone live. Yet she could not kill him. For some reason each time she made an attempt to swat at him, or claw at him, or bite him, some unknown force kept her from doing so. It was wrong, it was cruel, and it was unfair. Of all things Fate could have given her, she gave her him. Truly she deserved so much better.

She had been stretching her legs, slinking her ebony form through the large boulders and ledges. She was curious. Her travels between Iromar and Diveen had made her walk along the borders of Spirane. The familiar scent of some old crone was fading fast, being replaced by a stronger feminine scent. It was odd. She had heard rumblings that a new Alpha had taken over an old pack. The Angels of Diveen were angered, but the Demons of Iromar were pleased. The cold-hearted Monster had no allegiance to either side. So, she didn’t bother herself with the politics, but that didn’t mean she ignored it. Grey trimmed ears twitched back and forth atop her ebony skull, dark indigo eyes speckled with amethyst, narrowed as she gazed at the pack lands below. Not once did she ever have the inkling to join one. She didn’t see the point of doing such things. As soon as summer ended, she would leave Iromar, allowing her pup to remain under their care, but always keeping an eye on her. After all, it was the only thing that was of her flesh and blood, and her raven-colored daughter held a similar cursed mark drenched with blood hue. Shaking her head, ignoring the sight of the lands, she continued walking down the side of the mountain, that remained unclaimed. It was neutral lands and so, she was not trespassing. After all, this was the only safe pathway to get to where she was going, so no one should be surprised she should be around.