It is slow going for the Mother of Asteraia; with a limb entirely drenched in blood and wounds still bleeding, it was bound to be slow. But she went as quickly as she could, simply because she knew a few things. For starters, the white wolf to have challenged her was a pompous, arrogant fool who thought she already had won. The older wolf would hardly be surprised to find the younger wolf already there- being in ones youth did have its perks after all. So when the females scent was already blatantly in Asteraia, Rhae hardly blinked an eye. She had no interest in confrontation, or even seeing that wolf again. Next time they met the older wolf would have the younger between her jaws, at her very throat. But for now, there were much more important matters to tend to. These were the other things she knew; pack and family. Which, to the Mother of Asteraia, were entirely one in the same. All her wolves were her children, blood or not, older than her or not. Even Iblis who had a few years on her was someone she strove to take care of always, to protect always. And that was what she aimed to do this day.

Finally passing into the land she knew better than any wolf to step foot in it- except perhaps the brothers- she is immediately heading for a place far from where the white wolf resides. Already she is so obviously there, staking her false claim of what does not belong to her, and it would seem she's already brought along what Rhae thought might be her mate. That was what she had figured in their battle, besides, particularly with the knowledge of the white wolf bearing children. Children of her own, though, they were far more important. And even though there were really only two of them left, she would find them all the same just as they would find her. Even as she thinks the thoughts, she can feel her second oldest son now coming up just behind her. Taking more after his Father, Lucero is shorter than her but he bears the creme of her coat as much as he bears his fathers red and darker hues. There is silence between them as they finish the last leg of their journey, coming to a halt just as Lu throws up his slender muzzle to call to the heavens. It is for the wolves of Asteraia, the wolves that follow Rhae and for their family. They know Iblis is not around, and he will not come; he remains in their hearts all the same.

And so Mother and Son of Asteraia await the arrival of whomever may come, an anxious sons eye wandering the wounds of his Mother. He knows she is strong, and more than capable- just as he knows that the years are adding up. She has lost much blood it would seem, and he knows that she is bound to be feeling weak. And yet, she still strives to bring the family together, to keep them all safe, to keep them all whole. Lucero admired his Mother more than any other wolf to this day, even his Father- though when one parent is much more present than the other, it is bound to happen. Rhae is not thinking of her wounds, though, beside the fact of hoping Haziel will come. What is prominent on her mind, however, is the white wolf and that she had better not dare show her face in the midst of family and friends alike. It did not matter she thought herself the victor; in her heart, Rhae knew the wolf could and never would prevail over the grassland of Asteraia. If anything, it truly belonged to the four brothers who were now two. This land was their resting place, and the Mother refused to allow it to be so tainted.