There was hardly a piece of mother instincts left within her. It would seem that she had grown far too callous in her life to have the capability of actually feeling some sort of connection with the parasite that had once grown in her. Even when the ebony and crimson pup was born she hardly felt the need to feed and protect it. Yet instincts told her other wise and she could not ignore such things. There was hardly love or care in her eyes when she watched the small wiggling pup suck at her neat for nourishment nor was there compassion when she watched the fur ball grow. It would not bother her to know if Raven was alive or dead. The weak were meant to die and that was how the world worked. The purpose of Raven’s life was to fulfill the constant blubbering and whining from the weakened creature that apparently had his soul entwined with her own. It sickened her. To know that she was cursed to be attached to such a weakling a weakling was an insult. Thankfully though she was no longer attached to Chael. She had fixed problem and rid herself of his tainted and fowl touch. Now her soul was no longer numb. Fate decided that if she would not enjoy being attached to one that adored her and cared for then she could be bound to a beast that wanted her alive and dead all at once. Apparently Fate couldn’t grasp the idea that perhaps Tick Tock didn’t want anyone at all.

Tonight she had be wandering on the outskirts of the woodland pack land following the scent of a typical prey animal. Yet she could actually feel her other half calling to her, his will and need for her presence pulling hard on her, forcing the mauled creature to abandon her own hunt. It was interesting to her that this new beast she was attached to was capable of summoning her presence, and what was irritating, was that she felt the need to follow. Unlike Chael she did not feel the need to come when he thought of her. Yet when Tobias had thought of her she could actually feel his dark and twisted thoughts. It angered her so that he too could feel what she was thinking and so she attempted to keep herself in check. One night she was curious about where he was and that same night he had come to her at the Craigs. Tonight she had emerged through the shadows and found herself in his presence along that of a white and crimson she-wolf. Her scent was familiar it had been heavy and mixed within the obsidian fur of Tobias and it troubled her that she actually felt an instant dislike for a she-wolf she had ever met. Though she did not growl or glare that the female, her belly was swollen, and with that came the knowledge that she didn’t have his parasites growing inside her.

While the two walked ahead she remained where she was quietly observing. Why he wanted her presence she did not know, but she was unimportant to him and to the other and therefore she was not needed. It was a typical thing she had felt and a long time ago and she would place this feeling deep within the darkest part of her mind to use for a later date. She was not one to follow and so when he called to her to come she quietly followed only to catch up and walk on his other side. That the she-wolf was wanting revenge for the death of her son was not known to her, and if it was, she wouldn’t have understood it. Should her own creature that held have her flesh and blood was dead she could go on living without the need to hunt her killer down. Long ebony limbs carried her grisly form quietly at the side of her imprint, cold sapphire eyes narrowed as she inhaled the scents of other wolves growing heavier and thicker in the air.

As a loner it was natural for her to feel uncomfortable when crossing territory lines, but she had nothing to fear. Tobias promised there would be food and if that meant she had to help bring it down then so be it. She would take the time to observe his mate and soothe that never-ending desire to be close to her other half. Her movements were quiet, controlled, the unknown monster was unaware that tonight her cover would be blown. She had stalked these lands without anyone noticing who she took, her clawed face hardly known by any, and her name known by none. Tonight she was given the rare opportunity to see what it was like to work with others when it came to taking down prey…and there was a small sliver of herself that seemed pleased to be involved with this experience. The always lonely creature could, for a few minutes, see what it was like to not be so lonely anymore.