I sit upon a hill in the distance, blending with the skyline, watching the two below as the one pounces the other. Just what I need, more minds to corrupt if they wish to stay, though...I am not quite sure if I could simply let them leave. I could take them to their mother, put up a false hope that I am a kind wolf and later smash the cloud of smoke and scatter it to the winds. Or, I could keep them. I could make them what I need them to be. Widow and Gehenna are already my own, their appetites the same as my own. Kronos and Cuirass are expected to be as their parents. It is a learned trait this monstrous business of carving up the weak and tender, as these cubs here. However, I find an odd disinterest in taking the lives of ones so young, at least before I have given them the chance to prove if they are strong enough to survive or not.
As the one plows into the other, I make my approach in silence. When I wish it, I can actually manage a lighter step. I am down wind of the pups, my doll-like frame lowered to the ground to keep the grasses over my head. I move in slowly, not wanting to be found just yet and hoping that they are too preoccupied by each other to pay attention to their surroundings. My own princesses are the same as any and often neglect their environment in favor of a good fight, now and then. They do not speak during them though, only the snaps of teeth and an occasional snarl or whimper from both of them. I wait for them to engage one another before I make myself visible and come near them. Glacial jade eyes scan over both of them as I consider my options.
"I wonder, if I have come across a pair of stragglers, what would I do?" I smile gently at both of the pups, looking over them for signs of sickness or injury, something to indicate weakness. "Would you be left behind, or did you choose to stay? You can, if you'd like. There would be adjusting to do, but I think you can make it, I assume you were born here, yes?" I ask them in my soft, bell-like voice, youthful innocence upon my features as I look over these potential pack puppies. It would seem I would be swamped in pups, though this is fine with me. Would mean more minds to turn, a new generation of beast. I hoped they would stay, that they would be willing to do anything to keep what I assumed was their home pack. They did smell of the grass, the earth, and snow. The loner lands came along with them, but they must have doubled back. Perhaps, with training, they could be hunters for the pack. Or warriors, whichever they wished. Maybe she could turn them on to a new style of meat, if not, they would have to understand the wolves around them.
They would be much safer here, than out there.
five year old white female with electric jade eyes; 35 inches tall and 150 pounds;
created widow, gehenna, shaddix, balor, & raum with Reaver;
possesses no wolf; devoured no soul;
Night Mother of Asteraia