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Though her side still ached from time to time, the bumpy scab that had formed over the open punctures and general minced meat of Rhae's bite protected it rather well. The white queen moved with a relative ease, only the slightest bit of a stiffened step to show any pain at all. It was not like her to do such a thing, and while the bite is mainly in her skin and fat, it still got some of the muscle beneath and hurt like hell. This would not stop the newly crowned Night Mother, and so she went out in pursuit of something to bring back home to her family and the two young boys who had been living there for the few days Jaidah took to recover. It would seem her rounds had not truly doubled, the boys were strong and often hunted on their own, so Jaidah did not have to watch over them just as she did not have to keep an eye on Gehenna, in case she fell prey to her own father. Jaidah was sure the girl couldn't hear, but she wished to give the girl a chance, if she could prove she was worth life, well, she could keep it.

Weakness would not be tolerated in her pack, and definitely not in her line. She would be cold and dead before she let that happen. On the trail of a wolf who reminded her of Rhae in age and in coloration, Jaidah moves through the woods in the direction of the swamps. Her pace is slow, letting her prey get comfortable where he was, and watching for any sign of others who may be doing the same as she.

When she caught up to him, she waited for a moment, planning her attack so it would be swift and quiet. Gathering her haunches, Jaidah feels the tension and burn in the skin on her back, those electric jade eyes not seeing a male but the large frame of Rhae. Snarling before she leaped from the bush, the wound burning and sending spears of pain up her side before she realized what she had done, Jaidah comes at the older male of cinnamon and tan. His head lifts as she had wanted, and the white hellion is at his throat in a flash of white. She snaps as he tries to move away, clamping her fangs on the windpipe.

He tries to move with the girl at his neck, but only succeed in making himself fall. With a violent series of head shakes, Jaidah has his throat within her jaws. He lays gurgling in his blood, and as the light fades from his brown and green speckled eyes, Jaidah looks around with her white ears moving about like satellites before she begins to drag him home to her family. It takes a lot of strength, and Jaidah finds her side burning painfully with the attempt. She could always eat this one, and get one that she could make Reaver carry. "If only you had been lighter." The new queen said, speaking to the still bleeding wolf. This would be a slower than usual death, but it was more like becoming tired, at least that is what the Night Mother believes. They always seemed to go to sleep when she was done with their throats. His was a slow flow, something steady. He was at least, a healthy wolf.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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