An ever growing awareness of the blood stained shadow behind her as she wove her way through this new land of hers, watching the forests for movement as she went. She had never thought to find another such as herself, one to fall into step with her as she went on her taboo hunting sprees. Though their previous hunt had failed, the flighty wolf that took off as soon as she had seen the bulk of Jaidah's companion, she remains bright about the future targets. It was not a tense feeling to have his eyes on her hindquarters, rather it caused something strange to happen as the days went on. Silent paws traipse across the ground as she makes her way toward the other lands, investigating her surroundings so she can lay traps and ambushes in the future. A sudden rumble from her hind end has her halting and looking over her shoulder at the male who has become a near constant companion, finding it hard to let him take the lead, but having no clue as to where he was rushing off to. Her bright and scheming mind quickly followed the line of his intense gaze, a wide and happy smile cracking across her face and her hackles to raise in anticipation of what was to come.

She would not let him win this alone, she needed to eat as well, and she would be dead before he would eat without her. Rapidly, her nearly invisible white form moved through the snow effortlessly to cut off any escape the female before them might make, pristine paws not making a sound as her lithe form easily stays out of sight, in case her companion should miss his mark. Nature always insisted that the prey run from the predator, and away from him meant straight to Jaidah. The white fem made sure of this as he launches his attack, though she darts forward only a split second after, hoping he got his mark. It was preparation that had her moving to cut the victim off, to make sure her hope for escape was not granted nor had anything to stand on. Should Reaver make his mark, Jaidah will land before the girl and snake out her head, jaws wide and for the front, choosing what is closest to her as the male grabs the female's tail. If the girl is indeed unbalanced, Jaidah will move in for the kill, her jaws will seek to grasp at that luscious throat. Whatever is exposed, or if the female runs, Jaidah will be there in his line of sight to reassure him of her presence.

The way he followed her, he seemed to need it.