Things have been quite quiet lately. Her pack was small and yet they did a fairly good job of being around…somewhat. The majority of them were old and yet they brought with them experience. The ones that were young would learn from them and eventually in time they would be just as experienced as their elders, if not, more so than ever. Sadly though she was not a huge fan with children. She discarded her only child to her deceased imprints’ pack and she hardly wanted anything to do wither another’s child. The only reason why she hadn’t chased Flare’s pups from within the den she and Tobias shared was because they were his. One would have thought that two females attached to one male, both favoring his attention, would bring the two females into a quarrel. Both females were strong, independent, and both represented the male they were attached to in different ways. Though neither one seemed interested in tearing the other apart. She was content with Flare’s presence, accepting her close proximity, finding she rather enjoyed the silent ones company. So much so that it did not cause her to sleep with one eye open within their den. She actually slept quite comfortable.

Today the obsidian she-wolf was moving silently through the plains quite content with her walk. It was clear to see that it was autumn. The long stalks of the plains weren’t as tall as before. The trees that littered the land already had their leaves change from the bright emerald hue to their golden, crimson, and deep orange shades. It wouldn’t be long before winter came and with it came the impending threat that lurked along her borders. It would be of no surprise to her should she have the former Mother of the Night come to reclaim what she took, and Tick Tock would be there to protect what was hers. She had provided Tobias a safe haven, she allowed wolves of all walks of life to come and spend their time here, and she did not ask them to attack or take over other packs. She was not interested in becoming a tyrant. She could live with the title of Monster, but she felt that being called a tyrant would be far worse.

As she walked her dark sapphire eyes shifted to see a creature that carried an unknown pelt. Her skull would turn as she followed the boy’s movements easily allowing herself to meet him on the path. Even with the autumn winds blowing through her thick pelt the sun could still warm her mauled body. The scars that littered her frame were evidence of a creature that could always endure. Even though she was an Alpha she did not waltz around with a huge ego. The way she walked though it was clear that she was intimidating, even when she didn’t try to be, like now, her skull was carried in a more comfortable manner and even if she looked like any other wolf, it was clear to see she was anything but. Dark azure eyes looked down upon the pup as she slowed herself to a stop and stood directly in front of the male. Her half-torn ear twitched back and forth as her cool voice dropped so innocently from her jaws.

“Do you always wander in a territory without properly asking first?”

If the boy wanted to thrive then he had come to the right place, first lesson he would be taught on how to thrive – always be honest.