Due to certain laws within Asteraia coming into affect, it is most unwise to sate a specific kind of hunger within the pack lands. Which was how, and why, most often than not Seline found herself out and away from the chosen home of the last of the Satanican's. Her sons, as well as three newly born children, were growing tremendously fast and well, just as any progeny of hers should. They were all magnificent, though occasionally the blood and snow Mother found herself watching the peculiar girl that is an off red rather unheard of in her family. Typically, her offspring sport the white and red pelts of their heritage, and it was not often that anything else was allowed into the mix of things. And yet somehow a daughter had managed to lighten the blood upon her pelt; perhaps it would darken with age, but Seline was her Mother and somehow knew it not to be the case. For now things would continue on as they were, but the Satanican Queen would not hesitate to cull if needed, for weakness was not something to be tolerated.

Hunting was a splendid activity to distract a wandering mind, which led her to leave the border of Asteraia to enter the thick woodlands to the South and the West. These were prime hunting grounds for her, and it does not take her long to find and take her prize- Spring time was such a lovely time, with freshly weak Mothers and squalling newborns lively and wriggley, simply begging to be taken by a cannibal mouth. While it was true Seline's coveted possession was always the heart of the kill, it was also true that typically children were far to young to undergo the digging out of such an organ. At least not without damaging everything entirely. That was why, after silencing their Mother and taking the heart for herself, Seline had then and only then turn to the young children at the dead wolfs belly. But she did not kill them, no not yet. Instead, delicately, as if they might be her very own, the blood and snow wolf bent to take them in her jaws and leave the place behind. The vultures can have what they want, for the Satanican Queen already has her prize. But instead of turning North and to home, she goes further south to the fields and where the lake lie.

The children were rather stained in blood, you see, and Seline aimed to wash them first upon the sandy shore before it was she returned home with such gifts for her children. There were only two in her mouth and three babes back in the birthing den in Asteraia, so venomous green eyes kept a sharp look out for any substitute for a third gift. What she finds as she moves, is the fourm of a younger, darker wolf who appears to be watching the vultures Seline had just left to their duty. Long and lean, supple legs that are pristine white continue carrying her forward and past the boy, to the sandy shore, where she may delicately deposit her treasures there before turning her skull just enough to look at him. The children are white and splattered with blood, and from any other viewer would probably appear to be her very own. It often was what a wolf did not know that kept them safe, but Seline was curious to what a common wolf of the common lands would think of such a spectacle. Obviously she was no pack wolf, and, obviously- to her mind, any way- these were not her children and never would be. But he didn't know that, and she wanted to know if he would understand from the get, or how much time it might take him. Seline so often did enjoy her games, even if they were not the typical games found in a typical wolf.

The Satanican Queen is the furthest thing from typical that there is.