They intrigued me, what can I say? I sat and I watched them as they came unannounced into my home, and the apparent dominance in the male, admittedly this got my hackles raised. Whispers had even reached my ears, from the dens of mothers around Moladion, the name whispered in fear. If this was the one the mothers of the lone lands cringed away from all noises in the dark, then I should tread carefully. Years spent beneath the dominant black flag of my father has taught me how to deal with such brutal creatures of the dark. Why else would I dare summon the shadows?
I gave him time...to do whatever it was he was doing, checking the still pink scar upon my hip for any signs that it might be targeted by such a talked about beast. I know my way in these choppy seas of dark, I did not call myself the Night Mother for no reason. Upon my distant hill I am just a rise of snow, plush white blending with the hillside I watch them from. I have no need to fear discovery, unless my scent is blown to them. I move when the echo of the female's voice filtered over the grassy knoll before me, a smirk lighting across my face and I am moving toward them with all the stylish flare dominance can give a woman. Sad that no other wolf has showed to my border, though I am sure they are quite busy. I have found that if I am to protect my pups, I am to have them early so I can heal during the early days of spring - when the predators are waiting for pups. My own scent has been covered by Reaver, and the charm is no longer there, hiding myself away as I waited to know if we were successful.
I bridge the top of the next rise, loving the dips and lifts of this land beneath my paws, learning every inch of it that I can. I lope across toward them, making no move to conceal myself nor who I was to this place. My white coat billows out in my wake, and sometimes I feel as though I can fly when the fur bounces with my stride, I slow only a scant three yards from them, giving the supposed boogeyman the space he may require. "What are you doing?" I say in a cute, innocent voice, a sour smile upon my face as I look at the female, then the male. Boy were they torn...between them they probably had more scars than I did. I spare glances between the two, tail waving happily as though I were greeting old friends. I wonder what they will do with an intrusion like this?
five year old white female with electric jade eyes; 35 inches tall and 150 pounds;
creator of widow, gehenna, shaddix, balor, & raum with Reaver;
possesses no wolf; devoured no soul;
Night Mother of Asteraia