There was a reason why she had abandoned her daughter. There was a reason why she promised Andras her daughter’s soul. It wasn’t because Raven was her first child and she didn’t have much experience with raising one. Rather she wanted to give her daughter a chance. When she was a pup she lived in a pack that did not want her and she was chased out. She wanted her daughter to have something she never could at her age – a place to belong. The girl would have her Father. He was the one that wanted the child in the first place and she expected him to be there for the girl. She had no idea that he would abandoned the child he had always wanted. If she had known then she would have taken the child with her, but she was sure that her daughter being in a pack was far better. She was sure Andras would keep his promise. Every now and then she would catch the scent of her daughter around the loner lands, but she heard brief whispers about her rank and her positon and she was rather pleased. The youngest wolf, not even an adult, already a high ranking member. Though she did not hear about Andras no longer being the Alpha.

She had been quietly roaming through the tall grass of her home. It had been raining for quite some time and yet she didn’t seem bothered at all. Half-torn ear flicked to the side when she heard a call for her as it hung above the soft purr of the rolling thunder. Silently she would move her way towards the location of the howl puzzled as to why she would be called. Eric and Cuirass and Galileo had their tasks. Starshade had already spoken to her. Seline and the puppies weren’t about. The call wasn’t from Tobias or Flare so she hardly knew who it was that would call her especially on this rainy day. As she made her way to the border she took note of the smell of the swamp lands coming off the other dark pelted wolf. Although she was curious she carried an apathetic look on her mauled face. Each step she took held a soft of air of confidence about her, but she did not appear to be so egotistical. She would reach the other and simply stare at the wolf searching for anything that seemed out of place for an Iromar that would come on her doorstep. Aithne would note that some of the grey markings on Tick Tock’s pelt were the mirror image of the ones that were along Raven’s own obsidian form, but her markings were russet. Cold lyrics would pour slowly from her black lips as she eyed the other wolf carefully.

“What can I do for an Iromar wolf? I’m surprised to not see Andras here.”