It was a completely euphoric feeling as the demon made her way back to the grotto. Her side was tense, the muscles contracting in protest of the bleeding wound which throbbed and swelled to unbearable heights. Her first stop was back the way she came, after letting Rhae know who the true winner of the battle royal had been, she had to go and collect her family. A rising sense of pride was coming into her heart, and the white flag she flew above her hips showed it, though every so often she had to let it down as she tried to trot toward the grotto. Her wound made such a thing difficult, every step jarring her side and sending a new wave of pain up her spine, but the hurt only made her prouder of herself.

She had proven she was stronger than the other, had procured for her family and those like them a home they could feel safe in. A place they would always be welcomed, despite differences in appetite or attitude. Once she gathered Reaver, Widow and the never-listening Gehenna, Jaidah makes her way back home with all in tow. Her titan would be proud, she knew this, and as they come make the journey home, Jaidah feels the pride he has with her.

Once she reached the border, she walk-squatted across the scent of Rhae, even going so far as to lift one leg off the ground in her territorial display. Reaver, she knew would not be far behind the trio of females that have crossed the border into the plain. Her head snaps up as she hears the pain-filled notes of Rhae slip across the land, and a deep rumbling threat comes from the white wolf's throat. "The old one, she needs to leave." Jaidah states her wishes plainly, though she speaks mostly to herself, the implication is the same. Widow keeps close to her mother, staring at the streak of red that had begun to turn a dark brown as it dried, licking her lips and eyeing the wound. Jaidah catches the look once, and sends her daughter a message by clicking her fangs together, making Widow drop her gaze and blink at the tall grasses that reached up over her head.

With a look to Reaver, Jaidah throws her muzzle to the sky, announcing who the true winner of the battle was and dashing any of the false hope that Rhae had inspired in her pack members. She let her notes carry the threat of a new regime, get out if you are loyal to the old, take your children and leave. It would be the only mercy the white wolf would show in her reign, to let those of the pack go without harm. Those who wished to stay would have to prove themselves, but Jaidah was accepting of even the most mild mannered individuals, and she would see what the remaining wolves had to offer her.

Her call is both a warning and a welcoming. Come, if you dare, pledge loyalty to the new wolf at the head of the pack. If you see the darkness and cannot stand it, get out. Pups or no, Jaidah wanted loyal wolves in her land, not those she had to watch constantly for signs of treason.

bitch ;; five years ;; 35 inches ;; 150 pounds ;;
no one's angel ;; no one's demon ;; creator of widow & gehenna { x reaver } ;;
Night Mother of Asteraia ;;