{ABRAXUS & KISKA | 14 | POSSESSES ELIJAH | IN DIVEEN}

She rests easy as they linger within the confines of Asteraia, already claiming it as their new place of residence whether the current pack members do or do not, for what power do they have to drive such giants out? None at all as far as Stella is concerned. Whatever qualms they may have for the Furian and her brood will be snuffed out quickly; especially if Elijah remains near.

The large, weary figure of the mother lays so that her offspring are shielded by prying eyes of those who approach from Elijah’s forefront, although their squirming for sustenance does not help them any. Roughly she nudges them closer to her belly as the sound of another advancing upon her clan captures her attention. A threatening word is thrown so carelessly toward the two adults and it is a swift reply from her mate that kills any hopes for the obviously starving male. Her head lifts and turns to lay upon her shoulder as she peers at him silently through glacial toned eyes. She may be weakened by her litter but she did not lose her ferocity any bit. She would expend every last drop of energy to defend her blood if need be.

A boy then comes, similar in scent to the older snowy male and yet he is marked by shades of blood close in relation to that of Angel lineage. If these were any descendants of the Angel bloodline Stella did not know of them – not that she knew any of them at all – but such things had never mattered to her anyway. The Furian blood that runs so thickly through her veins is distinguished only by the unwillingness to surrender, a devotion to strength, and the inescapable plague of wrath that lurks beneath every façade of every offspring to come from her line. It is a volatile blood to carry and pass along, especially mixed with Elijah’s own viciously potent lineage, yet she is sure that it has proved to produce such god-like whelps. In time they would all know it to be true.

The child speaks more so than the father and Elijah responds so diligently to all of the questions and statements that are directed toward them both. It is the most she has ever seen him willingly speak to another besides herself and the level of protectiveness that he has risen to over his family has brought upon a feeling of satisfaction within him. It is true that he knows very little in the handling of the young ones and yet it is also clear that he is fiercely possessive of them all, including Stella even. And so she will let him continue to engage with these fellow pack wolves while she is sucked dry by the remaining children at her teats until it is that she must rise to her paws once more or offer words of her own.

It is only when a hauntingly familiar scent is carried in with the breeze that her skull turns back toward her feeding children and further out among the plains to the strikingly bold figure of one of her eldest. Their eyes lock immediately and for a moment she wonders if the girl will be likely to join them here. But Izarra was always a fickle creature, ever going with what flow she and Bellatrix had managed together, although perhaps she will fool them all and choose an entirely different path. It did not matter to Stella now that the girl was nearly a fully matured adult – all of her children were demanded to learn independence and self-preservation at such early ages. She does not fear for their well-being.

”We will stay.” they are the only words she speaks now as her eyes release from Izarra’s own and she shifts into a sitting position, jostling the children so that they must release their teat and go about their own business within the vicinity.