One would think the fields would be nothing but flat and dull. Yet like all things one shouldn’t judge just by appearance alone. As she cleansed the stench of Jaidah’s along the borders she had found certain interesting locations that didn’t seem well traveled. There were a variety of swoops and valleys that carried various wild flowers. There deep dark woods that settled along the northern part of the territory where the scent of prey was fresh. Though much to her like and, that of her entwined companion, they had found what would possibly be their new den. Between two massive valleys there was a long winding river that snaked through, to the left along the side of the valley was a very small crevice that led them to a well sized cavern. It was not as spectacular as the one Tobias lived in, but this particular location brought a sense of familiarity for her imprint. Taking him out of the loner life would be difficult for him, as it was for her, but if she could provide him a sense of comfort, like living in a den similar to his lair, then she would be content. It was big enough to include the white and red wolf that followed him. More importantly, it was near the middle of her new claimed home, and with the hill being one of the tallest she could at least sit there and observe.

As of now she was wading through the slow moving river that snaked near the entrance of their den. With the former healer taking a leave of absence to collect her thoughts it left the new Alpha in a predicament. She needed to fix herself and sadly she wasn’t familiar with the tools or how to do such a thing. Water, she knew, would help clean the wound in her neck and at least free the wound from debris. Tobais’ occasional licks, although appreciated, was not really providing her the extra oomph to get the wound to heal. Hesitant at first she would walk deeper into the river, raising her head to the right to gently settle her wounded left side into the water. Her time of solitude would be short lived as she heard a call over along the borders. Quietly she would turn around and move towards the bank as she climbed herself out the river gingerly shaking the excess water off her thick obsidian and grey pelt. Throwing her head back, being mindful of her neck wound, a beautifully haunting howl would be her only response to the visitor – that she was coming, and as soon as she was done she would proceed at a steady trot in his direction. Curious about this visitor and what they wanted.

It was no surprise that Hyrule would see her obsidian form move along the flat lands coming at his direction. Her good ear would twitch back and forth in a curious manner. Cold sapphire eyes narrowed as her eyes traveled along his almost pristine white form. Her ebony plume was raised high behind her, arched in a manner that showed her dominance, each step she made with her long legs was purposeful and deliberate. Her dial was raised, as high as she possibly could without inflicting too much pain in her neck. Her footfalls were silent as they pressed into the long grass as hardly a sound came out of her. The journey to Hyrules’ location allowed her obsidian pelt to be dried off. She would inhale softly and catch the familiar scent of Diveen, but his odor was overcome by another and it wasn’t Isola’s. She had not heard of Diveens’ downfall. Her attention was solely on her fight with Reaver. Even though she was curious she kept her façade in an indifferent manner. The scars along both sides of her face provided her seemed to be etched deeper into her skin thanks to the long shadows that were being created by the sun above. It did not go unnoticed that the male would place his paw over the invisible line that marked what was her’s. Yet she did not growl or snap at him. Rather she just let him do as he wanted knowing full well she could easily take him down should he be a threat. Quietly she would stop and stand right in front of him, her head tilting down slightly to observe him silently for a moment. She did not seem over friendly nor over threatening. Though even in her stoic silence she was exhibiting an intimidating aurora. Jaws would part as her voice gently slipped out coolly her response quite boring and yet subtly forward – beating around the bush wasn’t her forte.

“You called?”

He wanted to meet the one that made his prediction come true and she had come as asked. What more could he possibly want with her today?