She had known of Jaidah’s plan to dethrone the male of Taviora and had encouraged her to do so. Jaidah deserved to lead those like she and Lacuna – it was in her blood. It must be why Lacuna had taken so quickly to the Cannibal Queen; the determination and drive to go after such goals was empowering to all of those who surround her.

But there was an ominous feeling that was thick in the winter air on this day of bloodshed. Lacuna waits impatiently within the outskirts of the pack to know of Jaidah’s success as soon as it occurs, her bleached paws pacing back and forth from time to time as she lifts her nose to the air to scent it. She believes in her companion more than anyone she has ever had the chance to meet – honestly, she’s mutilated most females she has met – and thus it comes as an utter shock when the male howls victory into the stilled air.

For a moment the murderess is silent, the awe of which has frozen her in place, and within a few moments she is howling for Jaidah to return to her. The loss ignites frustration and yet her mind thinks better of it, roiling upon the thoughts within her brain. There is a reason why she has not succeeded this time; surely there is something far better destined for her friend in the near future. As for now, she only wishes to see Jaidah and to speak with her upon the matter, as well as see how she has fared through the hits.

Another howl is sent forth before she begins to set off at a fast jog, deep blue eyes scouring the trees for any sign of her bloodied queen. It was difficult to wrap her mind around the idea of it all but she would convince herself of good reasoning eventually. Even the greats had their off days.