It had been a longer recovery than she had anticipated. The understanding that the constant border patrol and the attempt to remain so active in her budding empire, the need to rest had slipped the young queen's mind, she knew it was her own fault she had weakened to such a state of exhaustion all she could do was sleep. It was the call of Tick Tock and the responding silent stare from Reaver that had roused her from slumber, though her body still demanded rest. Reaver answered the scarred wolf who seemed to have a bone to pick with the Night Mother. Tobias and she would be more than welcome to be what and who they are within the borders of Asteraia.

The wolves under the rule of Jaidah were not of the social meet and greet type. They were more prone to meat and treat than to act civilly. Only the Night Mother had gathered the darkness in such a large quantity, and with no injuries. The most dominantly driven minds in all of Moladion were gathered beneath her and all obeyed her. Even tempered on the best of days, the white fiend would flay any who disobeyed her, and each of them understood the silent promise she made. It was never needed to be said, the old queen had died from the wounds she had gained from trying to keep from Jaidah what was hers, a fact that had not slipped the empress's mind. Her imprint had gone with her, or so the story goes. Each of the wolves beneath Jaidah was more than a tool to be used for total domination. Some plans took time, patience, understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of the pack members, coming to know those you ruled as intimately as your own mate or imprint even.

Jaidah does not seek to make her pack a weapon, they will grow into such themselves. But the threat of Tick Tock creeps up the white girl's spine, and she can wait no longer for those of the dark to come to her. With a look back at her three newest cubs, Jaidah rises on shaky legs. Her eyes are brighter, ravenous, and wanting for the blood of a scarred wolf with a steel marked forehead. She moves away from the den a bit, where a small tree bends over where her little ones lay. Her song is one of rally, of a need for defense, though all knew she had no true need of such a thing. A need to meet the new members she had been told of by Eric and her Reaver, a want to know what her older children were doing, what Kronos and Cuirass were up to.

A need to know how everyone felt about the wolf at their door. Time to see what loyalty truly was, and just how her wolves would react if this Tick Tock should show her face in Asteraia. Simple curiosity was all. She hoped to have built a pack with strong ties to one another, something that helped keep these belligerent souls keep their fangs out of each other's pups, or each other even - seriously, that is, with intent to kill. She needed to know their thoughts on the change of leadership, though she was doubtful it would ever occur.