Woe is the beast who hungers for her own flesh and blood, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. They all cower in their territories guarded by alphas and others of their kind as they watch with eyes widened in unease and their scents rolling across the hills nearly drowned in fear. For what requirements Lacuna does have, the feasting pool of Moladion has dwindled as of late, and that does not sit with her very well at all. She craves the hunt and when she is pushed to desperation she knows that she will make rushed decisions purely based on gluttony itself. The Exotican princess cannot afford to put herself in this danger for much longer as her belly grumbles in anger at its emptiness.
”Hush, hush, we will find someplace… better.” she speaks softly as she traipses haphazardly through the wilds of Moladion. There is no other intention set in her way other than to eventually find this sanctuary of sorts that she had been hearing murmurings about. Correction, sanctuary for some and an unmarked grave for others. She supposed that not all of her inopportune victims were entirely useless for she would not have heard of Asteraia had she consumed them. The cosmos have favor for her after all.
By sundown she was fortunate to find the thickened odor of the coastal plains pack upon the gust blowing in from the east and deftly adjusted her direction so that she may collide with the borders within a half hour or so. It was a suitable enough area for her liking, the plains were a favored setting for her considering that she enjoyed the pursuit of prey. The mountainous abode in which she hailed from was vastly different than this and despite this fact she feels as if she will adjust quite well.
Deep, nearly black, navy eyes search hungrily along the horizon as the territory odor becomes stronger. Perhaps she has already been detected amongst the warm, orange tones of the waning evening and will be met with a welcoming party. Should this truly be the pack that she had been hearing of there is no doubt in her mind that she will be accepted within their fold so readily. It has been years since she has known one of her type and although they are not of kin, they will be close enough for her to entertain staying for a while. Surely the hunts are to die for when done in packs.