Home. She had a home once. Well, it wasn’t really a home. It was more of a patch of land with ignorant wolves that lived there. A few seasons back she pondered on the very idea of what just happened to the lands outside Moladion. What would happen if she returned to her birth place. She was sure another pack would have taken the land after she killed the members that had chased her out. They were supposed to be her pack, but since they believed in superstition it would never be. She had grown cold and decided that it was best to keep to herself. Yet she could not deny that instinctual side of herself. Always it was nagging at her. That she needed to be among those of her kind, but it was difficult to find those that would accept her. Yet she had found it here in Asteraia. Most of the members kept to themselves and yet they could come together when needed.

She was sure that the first to trespass in her lands would be Jaidah, her defeated unnamed male, her whelps, or her loyal followers to come and trespass. She was prepared to attack them if necessary. She would not tolerate disorder. She had formed a life here, a good one, and she allowed all the wolves that were unaccepted by all to come and be accepted here. She had no secret agenda for world domination. The only agenda she had was the same one was before – eradicate weakness on this earth. Not all the wolves within her ranks were as dark-minded as she and the others, and she was okay with that, she would not change them. Instead she would build them to become something better – something they can become that maybe they never thought they could be before. Many of her wolves were wanting to be the head warrior or hunter. They were strong and that was good. She had one wolf wanting to be the perfect thief and another to be an exceptional healer. Yet no one seemed determined to work on foreign relations and soon she would need to leave her home to work on such things. For now though she wanted to deal with the one that was bold enough to trespass.

Her half torn ear would twitch as she stood there waiting for his response. Those dark and cold azure eyes narrowed as she looked over the young male. Her thick tail swayed side to side in a bristled manner. He did not carry a familiar scent on him and when he spoke his flow of words didn’t seem right. Something seemed off, but she couldn’t figure out why. Taking a step forward she would tilt her head down slightly so that he could seem her mauled face more clearly. Once again her cold lyrics would drip slowly as she decided to question him further. Lately she had some wolves that were interested in her pack and she was more than willingly to provide them a home, as long as they respected one another, and tolerated each other’s different lifestyles.

“Shouldn’t you ask permission before you trespass? Why should I want a wolf like you here? Why should I include you in the ranks to this pack – what value can you bring?”