With three cannibals working in tandem together, their haul back to the pack land is one made most easy. Even with the wound of the white wolf, Jaidah, she keeps up with them and aids in her share of carrying the kill. A respectable and pleasant thing she is on the eyes; Seline finding herself pleased with these newest turn of events. And to top it all off, when they reach the invisible boundary that is now their home, the scents of none other than their sons is prominent within. They are smart children, independent beyond their years, and clever enough to know where it is they might be safest. With a sidelong glance to the white wolf that is their female companion, Seline makes her remark on this new finding- momentarily relinquishing her grip on their prize- the pleased tones obvious in her honey drenched words. "I see Kronos and Cuirass found you before we did." She even indulges in a playful expression still holding Jaidah's gaze, before it is her venomous green eyes seek the glacial gaze of Eric.

As she goes to grasp the scruff of the dead wolf once more, ready to bring it wherever Jaidah would have it in their home, she purposefully bumps her crimson stained shoulder against his stark white one. It is rather rough, and Seline knows she does not need to voice her thoughts or her meaning. Winter was merely days away, and now in the safety of pack and home perhaps something close to a family could be built. Satanican blood would not die out any time soon, and the blood and snow Queen was going to make certain of it. Their snowy companion who reigned over these fields would be shown gratitude and much loyalty for the refuge she gave the family of ivory and crimson wolves. When it was they had reached whatever particular destination Jaidah chose for them, Seline immediately set to work on obtaining her favourite part of the entire carcass. With practiced and deft ease, her strong jaws find the rib cage of the old wolf split wide open. The steam from still hot innards floated and swirled all about her white and red fourm as her slender muzzle dug and reached for what she sought.

Upon finding the heart, her movements were delicate and precise as she removed it quite intact, and still quite warm. With an oh so very pleased and smug expression across her now quite blood stained and scarred features, Seline is moving to the white wolf that is but a few inches shorter than she. With no intention on setting the delicious morsel upon the earth, she holds out her jaw at a tilted angle so that the other female may take the organ from her very teeth. Expectant, electric green eyes watch the other and wait, for her gift to be accepted or her gift to be declined. If Jaidah would not take it from her jaws as she offered it, then Seline would keep it for her own or perhaps gift her beloved with it. But as it were, right here and right now, in these moments the Satanican Queen wished to give the best to their newly found friend. The Alpha of the plains seemed a wolf that would favour the heart like herself, and this was something that would show her if her thoughts were correct or not.

Even if they were wrong, she would still enjoy the heart herself, and it would not go to waste. Much like the blood Eric had taken for himself from the wolf- it was not only to lighten the load but quench a thirst he had felt all throughout his life. They all had different tastes, each and every one of them, for truly cannibals were no different than common place wolves. The only slight difference was the exact make of meats- the lesser preferred herbivore meat while the true predators took the meat of those lesser souls.