Where could she possibly be going at a time like this? They had other things to do as much as she hated to admit it. As big as their children had gotten, they were still utterly useless at providing for themselves. Besides, she had intended to take them to Spirane soon to give herself - and Rogue - a much needed vacation and to allow Sleekwing all the joys that parenting brought. So, pray tell, had Rogue decided to head to today? Malina would find out. She always did, anyway, and she was damn good at being quiet about it too. Hell, it was like a game really! She slunk behind her in the shadows, always with that sneaking smirk on her muzzle and her tail bouncing behind her. At least she didn't look like a tick anymore or a malnourished fawn.

While Rogue had begun the chase, it took Malina quite a few moments to realise just what she had been following her into. Ahead of her mate, she could see the rather unappealing rear end of a buffalo, and she quickened her pace just in time to catch a glimpse of her son, too, watching from the sidelines. She paused for a moment, her ears flashing forward as Rogue called back to him and she delivered her own toothy sneer at him - a look of utter disapproval really.

"You heard her! She'll put you there and I'll mark your grave with urinum!"

Piss would have been just as appropriate but why not turn this into a double lesson - Latin and obedience! Nonetheless, the words were snapped and harsh before she took off once more, veering towards Rogue at a swift pace, examining the scene before her. Two of Tesseract's own sons now stood about, though one seemed much more lively in the situation with all that snarling and whatnot. It was Rogue, really, that she focused on, a low growl rumbling in her chest at the thought of the buffalo charging her. Unfortunately for Diveen's grass eater, today would not be necessarily fun for it - for Glorall maybe, but whatever. Technically, Malina had full rights to kill the beast, right? She was still mostly a Diveen wolf, see. Yes, it made sense.

With a burst of speed, she charged for the buffalo from the side Rogue had, her hackles rising along her spine as her lips followed suite, revealing the whites of her teeth glistening. A warning for the beast to turn and run, though she herself came to a skidding halt beside her mate, a snarl bursting from between those very teeth. If she could speak Buffalo, the message would be clear as day: back off. For now, the threat of death would do.