Her mother was always strong, even with a bleeding wound on her hip, she hid pain well. In a pack of sharks, one could not show pain, one could not simply fall beneath wounds, it would mean committing yourself to Death. Widow senses this as she watches her mother's display toward Jack, how she teases him and goads him into action. Distracted by the adults and their bizarre behavior, Widow does not notice the white of Kronos in the corner of her crystalline green gaze. Her head twisted around to the source of pinching pain, brows furrowing in a look that mirrored her father's to a tee, and she set off after the little male. Her bouncing run saw that she tried to pounce on the boy as she growled and snapped her teeth, a playful sound but no less fierce for her age.

Jaidah darts away from Jack, and from Reaver, swinging back around to see what her Dread was going to do. A smile crossed the Night's face as she watched, the larger white male coming for her, Jaidah laughs and lopes away. She knows she cannot out run her shadow, she cannot escape the playful nip he places on her good hip. Earlier he had licked her wound clean, though the fur around the gnarled bit of flesh was going to be stained for a long time. It was the first in a long line of scars she would earn for these fields, the land would be just as thirsty for the blood of it's queen as the rest of the world, but she was willing to pay. She would give her life to see her dream through, and she dared not fail her Dread Father. Never had she forgotten who she truly wanted, simply demonstrating that her will would be done one way or another. If Jaidah wished Reaver to be more involved, she herself had to be. If she wished Jack to look away from her, she would prod him until he made the entirely wrong move to make, though Reaver only made a claim to her.

Jack was an interesting figure, one could never be sure where he was looking, there were no pupils to track his direction. Her own eyes made a glance at the gray scale monstrosity in the trees on the border of the grasslands, just to watch his reaction to Reaver. She was feeling celebratory, though her surprise came when she spotted the red, silver, and grey female in the grass, her motions halting before she relaxed. She had called them here, she did want the others to share this vast land of hills and grass and sea. Sanctuary of the Dark, a place the monsters could come and be safe from persecution. Nipping at Reaver's chest, Jaidah moves around his mass as though she was a planet caught in orbit, demonstrating her own claim on the much larger frame of Reaver.

Widow keeps up her chase with Kronos, hoping to have knocked the other pup off his paws and land a series of nips and pinching bites toward his neck and side before she runs over him. His red brother is all but forgotten as the play continues. Nothing is said between the adults, only celebration and an odd sort of happiness. Perhaps, it was a new day after all. Widow hoped things stayed this way, things could certainly change fast, just this morning she was a nobody, now she was a Blood Child of the Dread Father and Night Mother, she was a princess. Every little girl dreams of these moments, and for those dreams to become real?

Mother and Child were on cloud nine.

mother & daughter ;; five & zero ;; royalty of asteraia ;; kept safe by reaver

{13 chimes on a dead man's clock,

tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock}