I move along my borders, searching them out, those who would seek to enter or to take, which ever. I marked as I went, taking my time to ensure I covered Rhae's own scent, a smell I am afraid might never leave. She must have held the lands for some time before I came along, and good for her. My paws strike the earth in their purposeful strides, though dainty and fragile seeming, I know now the strength I hold within my own body. The pink scar a mark from my victory, the first in a long line of scars, I imagine. I keep reminding myself of her taste, of the feel of her towering body over mine as I made for her throat, the sweet heat of her anger at my hip. The scar tingles when I remember that delicious lick of pain, the feel of her fangs punishing my flesh for my daring attempt at her throne. The sensation of victory still washed me with pride, and I could not help but hold my head and tail high as I went along my patrol.
A glimmer of white catches my eye within the trees, my electric jade gaze watching the wolf as he watched my lands. Paranoia struck, and I moved slowly toward him, wondering what his interest was in Asteraia. Could he be a challenger, a wolf waiting to stake their claim on the lands I worked hard to gain? I do not think he would find that to be wise, though I doubt a challenger would merely sit and watch the grass sway in the snow. I walk with an even grace, keeping my posture neutral as I have just left my plains for the woods of Moladion. "You looked almost like a ghost sitting here, I had to see if you were real." I do not smile, though my voice is a delicate pleasantry all the same, my gaze is cold and hard, watching him to see what he was. If he was a monster, I would try and keep him. If he showed his weakness, he would be prey for the pups I carry.
This would all hinge on his reaction, his intentions. I would meet him in the same place I defeated the old queen, if not the same spot, though I hope he wasn't here for a fight. It would be a shame to waste his body for such a foolish endeavor.
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