My c o l d desire
to hear the boom, boom,
b o o m of your heart

The Baroness of Glorall was up doing early morning rounds. During the last few winters she found throwing herself into scent marking and tracking packmates was the best way to not get herself knocked up. Not that she minded, of course, she adored Tesseract but five healthy children were exhausting and taxing to raise to adulthood. She could not imagine another litter until both of her previous were grown. Speaking of, her eldest daughters would be coming into their own this spring. How had that much time pass already?! It was hard of her to think about the fact that Tesseract would probably be beating off a ton of male suitors for the girls. Though she had no doubt that Maradona and Cersei would be able to fend off anyone unwanted. Besides, there was also the fact that they would be hard pressed to tell their daughters not to get pregnant at four years when that was exactly how old Caligula and Tesseract had been when they were born. There would have to be delicate wording on those words of wisdom, she was sure and she was infinitely gladdened that she did not have a voice to communicate such things.

The night goddess moved silently through her woods. Practiced steps negating her heavy frame built for raw power than speed. It was a skill she had learned as a child, stalking after her mother in the Old Moladion. It was one she perfected on the meteor rim where she had spent the next two years of her life before it was deemed safe enough to return. Caligula had seen the meteor fall. She had seen the way the light lit the heavens up, the way the ground had trembled and given way. To say that she had been frightened would be an understatement, but she did not mourn the way the others had. She had not lose anyone that was important to her. Ruvindra survived. But most importantly, Tesseract survived. Caligula would of never survived if he had not.

As she approached the coastline, a short howl breaks of her of her reflective thoughts. Instantly her head was up, her ears pricked and slowly that tail made its way high over her haunches. She closed the difference between them quickly as the voice was unfamiliar. Would it be friend or foe? The winds regained their strength as she broke from the treeline, slowing to consider the cinnamon wolf that appeared awe-struck by the sight of the ocean. Ah yes, Caligula remembered well that feeling. The mismatched eyes watch her and she slows her pace down, her paws sinking somewhat into the sand. This time there was no effort to hide the noise she made. Her voicelessness meant that she either snuck up on others, or she made herself known one way or the other before interacting with the object of her interest. The Baroness stopped a comfortable distance away, trusting that the winds brought her scent along first before her footsteps told of her approach. She stood with her head raised, her ears pricked forward and tail high and rigid over her back. It was the stance of an Alpha that demanded to be respected and with her build, she could enforce such a blatant statement. It was up to Mistletoe to see just how far this encounter would go.