Jumanji had been the only one able to go with Jaidah out of old Moladion, simply because she had only one mouth and had no idea if her eldest son Tobias would make it out or not. The story had been told to him several times, and Jaidah had claimed her other cubs and mate were dead in the fires of the falling sky. Strange to think it had only been eleven years since such an incident, and all the life had come back to Moladion while all the wolves were away, but here it was.

Trees stood firm, tall and proud in their roots. The deer moved unhindered through paths in the underbrush. A full, thriving forest had popped up in some places, though for the most part, Moladion was meadows and marshlands now. He had no idea what it used to be, though his mother had called it her perfect paradise. It was always with a haunted look in her jade green eyes, and a mad glint to her glare that told him not to ask what made it so.

There was always something lacking for the young monster-to-be, the sense of closeness with his mother had never been there. She had fed him, brought him up, and left him when he could fend for himself. He had tracked her here, and once he found her, it started a chain of comings and goings that he wanted to stop. All the wolf felt now in Moladion was loss. The loss of his mother, siblings, father, pack, fights, his ear! It wasn't until later that he would begin to feel as though he could be content for a while, truly alive instead of simply wandering.

With the chase underway, Jumanji held no thoughts. The doe and her young fawn moved with a grace that was so like Jumanji's own, it was almost as though he were raised to run by them. It is not a true chase, for the flesh of the doe nor the fawn would ever truly satisfy a wolf raised and bred by Jaidah. There was something in her bloodline that created madness, and though none of the current remaining relatives knew it, this was something that had been around since the beginning of their Amazonian heritage. Males were seemingly especially affected by this, and perhaps it was the reason the females of their particular line had always slain the males - save one in a generation.

Tobias was such a wolf, and his particular need to cull the males of his line made more sense when you thought about the fighting rings. Jaidah had spoken of the past more and more in her mental decline, all the way back to her childhood. Like a page boy, the male had followed and clung to her every word, piecing the stories together and realizing his mother had been capable of both great and terrible things in her life. The women of Apollymi's Amazonian kingdom would gather their young males - the ones they had not culled due to some calling of inner strength and a potential to create stronger females - and pit them against one another until only one male was left to stand in the ring. His fate was sealed the moment he won, and he becomes a breeder of sorts for all the females in the pack. Jaidah had not wanted any competition from her male or female siblings in her life.

At a young age, she set about killing her own sister, and her brother. She soon rose to be greater than even Apollymi, stating only in delirium that she had regretted having the Angel King kill her mother.

It was a sudden brush of scent, a stray breeze bringing the smell of Jaidah to brush ever so softly against his nose. As if she was buried in the ground, deep, where no one dared look for her. Halting, the dark, white painted heathen searched desperately for any sign of his mother, or her shade. Picking up the faint smell of her blood once more, it sang to him, until he doubled back and headed for Covet - a brother the male had never met. With the lessons and regrets of his mother whispering in his mind, the muscular male moves toward his estranged brother. "I smell her in your veins..." His voice is a deep, rolling growl that was not unlike thunder as he spoke, those yellow, jade lined eyes probing this new development in life. It is a simple statement he utters, his tone savage as blackened hackles lift upon his back. It was a nervous tension, defensive, for he had no idea if the male would attempt for him or if he would keep a certain degree of respectful peace.

This is a son of Jaidah, taken and raised by her. He has heard her testament, been witness to her madness and her cherished disciple through all of her travels. But, should the brother show any inclination of having a Tobias-esque inclination, Jumanji would tear him apart and feast upon him as if he had truly been only hunting deer...and Covet would be the one he felled.