She was utterly exhausted, her lids heavy over her eyes of molten gold and ice as she feels almost more than sees the dark form of Zaphkiel move into the damp space of the den. She leans into his nuzzle, her tongue flicking out over her lips in the best attempt she could make to return his affections at the moment. Her lids cracked back halfway to watch him snuffling about the four small, wriggling bodies. A part of her, deep inside, warned of potential dangers, of abhorrent fathers who might eat their own young for some reason or another. He is gentle with them, however, and she reminds herself of everything he is to her and represses the other thoughts. He sits back and she raises her head slightly, black masked face turning up to him and a laugh rumbling in her broad chest. “Would you rather we get rid of one of them?” dry humor, but all she knows with her voice is deepened with the exhaustion that was trying to take her over.

“We will make room, figure it out. We always do.” She pushes forward slightly, burying her face into his open chest. She inhales deeply, taking in his comforting scent mixed with the scents of their children that had settled save for the odd squeak every now and again. Her body tensed as she heard movement outside, pawsteps falling on the soft grasses and she instinctively curled tighter around her children, a growl reverberating in her throat. However as the soft voice of Coszcotl made its way inside it cut off almost instantly and her bushy white tail began to beat evenly against the dusty ground. She moved herself slightly, allowing herself to peer outside into his cream and chocolate face and even opening up enough that the four bundles of fluff would be visible to him. “Everything is fine, four healthy additions to the woods of Taviora. Thank you for the gifts, it is greatly appreciated.” The smile is evident in her voice, proud of what had been accomplished this day and glad that her alpha was a part of it, her love and respect for him apparent.

Undoubtedly she would take him up on any offer to help them expand the den and provide for their new additions until she was back on her feet enough to resume her duty as True Arrow. It is then that she feels an odd sensation, running through her heart and soul and it caused her ears to lace against her thick skull. In a flash she is out of the den, content that Zaphkiel remains inside to watch the pups and finds herself standing parallel to Coza. Her dense white fur stands on end, the hackles high on her shoulders as her two-toned gaze rakes across the brush surrounding the small clearing. A growl echoes around them until her gaze wanders, almost as if drawn, to the form of a white wolf hunkering down in the bushes. She stalks toward him, her body strangely energized with adrenaline despite the fatigue that still lingered at the edges of her mind. Her large paws fall heavy upon the ground until she is standing a few paces away from him. “Who are you?” her words are a audible copy of the ferocity in her gaze and her stature, straightforward and to the point, duplicity is not her nature.

There was this feeling when she looking into his crimson-lined eyes and she didn’t like it one bit. It made her feel off, like he could see straight through her, vulnerable, all things her mind railed against. She didn’t know of imprints, hadn’t heard mention of them save for her brother’s choked pleas as they had fought so many seasons ago. Her mind went to her dark brother and the pain sliced through her heart like a knife which made her lips curl back around another snarl. “Who are you?!” she demanded once more.