Her domineering posture seems uncannily so natural as she stands upon the rock formation. Eerily she is silent as those cold sapphire eyes scanned the area that is now her home. She is satisfied. Satisfied that she was able to take on a challenging opponent and pleased that she had provided herself and her imprint a home. The fields may not have been her first choice, but even just within the few first steps she walked she felt comfortable. It was of no surprise to her that there would be wolves that would remain loyal to Jaidah, she could honor that, but she would not tolerate any allegiance to the old reign within her ranks. It would take time for her to instill trust in the members of her pack, but equal amount of time for the members to put their trust in her. This was her home now. These members were her pack and she would protect them from any threat - be they domestic or foreign. This unwavering feeling of belonging to others, and tying herself to them was an odd sensation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt right. That was all she could say on the description of what she felt. Yet that feeling was overwhelmed by the strong pull she felt as her soul counterpart made his entrance. Radars stood perked atop her skull in a ready fashion, those dark pools narrowed slightly as she observed him. Naturally his dominance was easily noticeable in how he moved and carried himself. Before she was an Alpha she did now bow to him and now that she had this rank she could never lower herself to him – their stance was equal. No longer could he hold the title of ‘Black Prince’ he was now a King, a title that did not fit him and yet it was something that all of Molodain would have to accept and see. The sight of Flare and the children she created with Tobias did not go unnoticed. Sadistic eyes watched the trio, watching their movement and making sure that Flare did not have any notion to attempt a coup d’Etat.

The growled that rumbled within his chest was answered with her own low growl that rumbled in the back of her throat. She may have given him the ability to become recognized as a King, but it was by her action – not his that sealed it. Quietly she watched as Tobias showed his dominance over Flare, his teeth holding her muzzle closed, and only her eyes followed his fluid movements as he came to her side. The strong tether between them seemed to thrum with his presence so very close to her. She liked his presence, she preferred him closer, even though a part of her despised it. Though right with the fight done with she was excited to have her reason of fighting in the first place to be this close to her. It did not go unnoticed when the fur along his hackles began to raise and it caused her own form to tense up preparing herself for an unwanted attack. Black lips pulled back, revealing her own sharp bloodstained teeth, giving him her own silent warning, but as she felt his tongue slide up and down along the lower portion of her neck she went still. His gentle caress was shocking, but even more shocking it was appreciative. As he cleaned her wound she would briefly lean into him, her shoulder touching his own in a subtle endearing way. It would seem though that in the back of each of their minds’ such subtle displays were not allowed to be observed by others. As he brought his face away from her wound she would lean herself to the right, barely their furs were mingled with each other now as they stood side by side the dominance between the two far too overpowering. Slowly the members of the fledging pack was making their way through the fields to meet the ones that now took over. She was curious to know just who decided to stay and if there would be any newcomers to join them. The first one to arrive was a familiar sight – the young wolf that questioned her back in the fields beside the large lake. It was difficult to remain still and not snap at him and force him to stop the weakness that poured from his small frame, but it was the look in his eye that steadied her. She looked past his frightened gaze and saw a small spark of something else, but it was something that she could approve of. For a moment her eyes would shift to Tobias, well aware of his dark actions and she would press her shoulder into his – wanting him to not attack Galileo. With a slight nod of her head she would confirm his wish wanting to work out what that spark was that she had briefly seen in his eyes.

"You can remain a spy Galileo.”

Dark azure eyes shifted from the multi-brown colored wolf towards the ghostly male that made his silent approach. He was older, much older than she was, but not by so many years. Even though he was aged he did not smell like prey. It would seem the strength he had as a youth remained within him. She was not bothered by him. Her half-torn ear would twitch in his direction as he spoke. For a moment she just stared into his ice blue eyes and just as she was ready to answer her head would swing slowly to the right side to see the copper looking young male. There was without a doubt a fierce and bold spirit within this one and he was only a yearling. A small smirk crept upon her bloodstained muzzle as her good ear twitched in his direction, her dark azure eyes locking onto his midnight blue twin pools. Softly her cold lyrics poured gently towards Kronos’ audits wanting to reassure the boy that his goal had not gone unnoticed.

“I admire your ambition Cuirass, but you have much to learn in order to become the Orthros. Though I do not see failure in your eyes. You will be trained.”

Her words dripped with a mix of honesty and promise as she let her final word ring for a moment. Without a doubt he would be trained. He would work under her paw, and he would learn among others as well. To become a good fighter was to have the ability to train and learn different arts of fighting tactics. Eyes would shift to the silent presence of Starshade standing within the group. Though it was not difficult for her eyes to follow the silent elder snow-pelted female that silently slinked into the group. Her movements were perfect her form at ease and it did not go unnoticed that she carried herself in a regal manner. Those sickly green and yellow eyes devoured her flesh as she felt Seline’s eyes roll over her form and she was not bothered by such a thing. The old wounds and scars that were deeply embedded into her flesh spoke of various tales of her past, but those were the important tales. The stories that held much more meaning, that held much more sinister stories were the invisible ones that scarred her mind and very soul. For a moment she simply stood quiet for a moment not bothered at all by the numbers that came. Her controlled lyrics were smooth and cold as they gently, but firmly, flowed between her lips, her eyes looking into the packs’, holding their gaze for a moment until they shifted to the next member.

“This pack will remain a home for the wolves of Moladion that are…different. Those that are alone and walk a different path are welcomed. We do not tolerate weakness be it here or out there. There are urges…desires…that are frowned upon on our kind – but they do not see the benefits that we bring. This place will be accepting to all whether they walk that path or not. I am not here to sedate you and change you – we are the way we are. The opportunity to rise in rank, the opportunity to spread your own lineage and build your own destiny – here you have the opportunity to make something of yourself.”

Out of all the packs within Moladion who else would have leaders that would do anything to protect their own. Tobias was possessive by nature. Tick Tock had now just obtained a pack. Both leaders were extremely dominant, obsessed with protecting what they had, and each member would be protected. What more secure and safe sanctuary could anyone want, especially with the venomous green eyes that observed their every movement – that was bound to the one that could make sure those same venomous eyes would not be the last thing one saw when their last breath was taken. This was her pack and all that were strong were welcomed, those that walked on the dark lonely path, those viewed as dangerous or odd, those that were controlled by their instincts, and those that were harmless were welcomed into her fold. Monsters could be seen in the dark or the light and here they would not have to hide themselves. Here they would all be accepted.