I do not make him wait long, by now the black wolf is a routine sight at the border line, and while I regret not having answered questions I cannot bring myself to regret keeping him curious and in the dark so to speak. I move on swift paws, snow crunching beneath my ever growing weight, sides bowing ever so slightly in a tell tale way as I jog toward the dark one who wished to summon the Mother of Monsters. White body moves slower as I reach him, tail lifting subconsciously as I come to him, though it is leveled out in a moment. "What you must think of this mysterious white she-wolf. Have you thought over whether you wish to know the workings of my pack? I can give you the answers you seek, if you can keep an open mind." I smirk and sit before him.
My legs hurt, carrying more than I had last year, or giving birth to wild asses, I had no earthly idea, but I felt so bloated I wanted to skin Reaver alive. This male, this...Iscariot - if I remember correctly - was nothing if not patient, and I at least could answer his questions alone. Starshade had made her decision already, but what of this male. He seemed in need of a home, perhaps, he was shopping. I had a commodity, something no other pack save perhaps Glorall could boast. I have spaces to fill, shadows to make, a kingdom to raise, and hell to bring to Moladion.
Would this wolf be able to keep up in my darkness? In the chaos that would come? I hope so, I could use all the bodies I could get.
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