She follows the scent of one of her pack members, the white female named Everlyse, for Rhae is most curious about her and thus the direction of her paws. Large, pale crème toes that bare the claws that dig within the soil push her frame forward at a steady lope, for while there is her wolf, there is the scent of another. It is a wolf she knows, though one she has not seen in years. Gaia and Cae had been but a year old, Lucero merely a newborn and Isolde and Viserys lacking in existence. The mostly black boy had been with her Gaia, eldest of all of her children, and he had been a curious little one. Rather timid and almost fearful of him- then there was his Mother, the wolf who had made it all clear to Rhae. They had been wolves as basic as they come, with pure, raw instinct and close to nothing else. They functioned off of pure body language and basic vocal noises, words not being something that existed to them in the slightest. And with that male’s scent came iron and blood, though it did not belong to him. And her Everlyse was headed straight for him.

Long, powerful legs allow her to find them quickly, her bright teal gaze assessing the situation in a fraction of a moment before she’s in action. Brushing her large and thick shoulder against the white frame of Everlyse, she hopes this might calm and comfort the wolf as she continues toward the male without a word. Not a noise falls past her muzzle as her seafoam with blue eyes lock upon the jade and gold ones. Her mostly crème and chocolate and cinnamon dusted tail is raised above her haunches in dominance, and her entire posture radiates a strength that she holds over him. But she does not suffocate- she merely hovers, watching him in his feeding moments, her silent speech commanding him to heed and obey. And if the male does not indeed obey, she will use her force with ease, her taller and heavier frame able to overpower him with ease. But she is not violent in her actions- Rhae is truly rather gentle if she indeed need to use her jaws upon the scruff of his neck, if only to force him away and down from the body of the dead.

Words would be of no use to her here, and with a quick, swift glance back to Everlyse, the look upon her features hopefully tells the female to remain where she was. Only when the black wolf was behaving, would Rhae be alright with him being near anyone else. Gaia, she thought she might allow about, simply because her eldest was grown and had known the boy in his youth, but even then she would be weary. He was feasting upon wolf flesh, after all, and if Rhae had instead been Iblis, the male would undoubtedly be bleeding already. But Rhae was not her other half, much as they were bonded, intertwined and adored one another. She was her own wolf, and bright, intense teal eyes were stern in her stare after it quickly returned to the male either beneath or before her. His positioning would depend on his behavior, just as her actions would depend on his behavior. It was his call, and it was with a practiced, Motherly patience that she watches him, waiting for him to make his next move.