There seemed to be turmoil amongst the biggest powerful packs within Moladion. It was puzzling to see all the settle and the unrest. She was not one that enjoyed chaos, rather, she enjoyed things going as they should. Here she had her haven, providing Tobias, Flare, their pups, but also the rest of their pack, a place where they could be accepted. Here they could be as they naturally were. She did not know why some wolves did not immerse themselves with their natural instincts and why they would have to be punished for doing such a thing. Yet she was not here to use the wolves like her to attack other packs and tear down empires. No, no that was not her goal and that was not her purpose. To destroy the weak, yes, but none of the packs were showing their weakness. No individual that stepped over the invisible well scented mark was weak either. Her lands were free of weakness and therefore she was free from that agitation and desire to harm. She could relax and allow her thoughts to remain pure as she continued to ponder on the turmoil going on outside her lands.

Clutched between her jaws was a rather large black and white badger that had been earlier digging up a larger den. With winter coming soon many rodents and many small mammals would begin preparing themselves for the season in which they could easily perish. There was a reason why she loved Winter. Winter exposed and took away those that were weak, the old, the young, and the fools that did not prepare themselves well enough. For the past few days she had been going over the border with Flare scenting it together. It was always such a peaceful moment for her to learn and bond with her imprint’s mate. Most would assume the females would not get along together and yet they seemed perfectly find together. In a few days she would have to actually leave her new home to attend some sort of trial for a wolf she didn’t even know. Why she needed to be involved she did not know, but she wanted to make sure that the borders remained marked with her scent before she left.

While she was roaming through the light brown fields she caught the familiar burnt out white form of the wolf Tobias felt he needed to attack to bring here. Why he wished for such a thing she did not know, but he seemed happy and well – she didn’t want to ruin that. Her half-ear twitched back and forth taking note in how relaxed the girl seemed to be. Silent paws would carry herself and the dead badger over towards the girl and when she got close she dropped the dead thing right into Fiammetta’s paws. Dark blue eyes looked down at the other before she lowered her form to lay down in front of the girl. She was not bothered with the gruesome appearance of Fiammetta. After all she had had her own gruesome pelt and mauled face to look at every day and looking at a charred wolf didn’t seem that big of a deal. Her nose would tilt down and she would nudge the badger towards the girl before parting her jaws to speak, her soft cold lyrics slipping out smoothly.

“While you stay here Winter will be here and you are in need in some more food to prepare yourself.”

Is it common for an Alpha to dine with their prisoner? Maybe so and maybe not? She didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but it could be. Her statement was a fact and really she didn’t want to see the girl die off in her home. She would not be warm due to her lack of fur and so she would need a few pelts inside whatever den she had chosen or whatever den she had made for herself. Believe it or not, not all Monsters are evil and not all Monsters are completely consumed by the darkness. Tick Tock was different, perhaps puzzling to others, and yet it didn’t matter what she would do. Always her exterior would show her as a Monster, always her attachment would show her as a Monster, and it was what she would have to accept. Not necessarily is a Monster created by the individual, most of the time, a Monster was created by those around the individual. Perhaps Fiammetta will understand this, one day, and that was something Tick Tock was interested to see if perhaps in this relaxing setting Fiammetta could contribute to the idea of conversing rather than trying to show off.