Winter was her favorite time of the year. It was in this particular season when Mother Nature released her final wrath on all those that were weak, all the creatures that were not allowed to continue breathing. No one in life is ever promised that they will be healthy, that they can see or smell, no wolf is promised that they will be successful or become a failure. The only thing life can promise you is that there is death at the end to embrace you and taken you down a completely different path. It was how one died that everyone seemed to put for value on. It would be an insult to some if one should die by being murdered or by sickness. It would be deemed a kindness if one died within their sleep, or had a quick and painless death. Why everyone put value on to how they died Tick Tock could not understand. Death was death, as life was life, and if you died the way you did then that was that. What was more important, and what everyone should be more concerned about, is once you die how will you be remembered? That was what truly mattered.

Winter was slowly coming to an end. Her pack was small and yet everyone survived. Eric had gathered a hunt and they were successful. The pups were coming up to their first year come spring and they would have to help carry their own weight, because she would not have the time to keep an eye on them. They would have to fend for themselves, because her time was going to be caring for the ones that were carried within her. She and Tobias fed off of the close bond the two had shared and succumbed to their instinctual needs. This particular spring she would deliver upon the world hellions born of her and Tobias and they would not be such a disappointment as Raven had been for her. The parasites that were thriving within her were made of strong breeding and she would not expect anything less from them. Flare and Tobias had noticed she had been getting rather larger than normal and she would wake up from her slumber with extra food. Hardly did a member of her pack come and stumble upon her door and they seemed to notice that their leader was preferring solitude. Though today she felt she needed to roam around and keep an eye on them at least before she hid herself away.

As she roamed over the snowy fields her ebony dial was raised as her radars twitched as she heard the call. Puzzled she opened her jaws and let out a haunting song that forewarned the visitors she was coming. It would take a while, but in no time her obsidian frame could be easily spotted within the sea of white. Each step she took was well calculated, long lean limbs carrying her scarred frame easily over the frozen terra firma. There was no need to display any sort of sign that she was Alpha. Rather she carried herself with ease allowing that aurora dominance to be the only tell that she was the leader here. As she got up closer to the duo her half-torn ear flicked forward with interest as she pondered on their appearance. Cold sapphire eyes looked over the potential members carefully noting the missing eye curious if this particular wolf wouldn’t be as weak as she assumed she would be. This pack was strong and would remain so. Weakness was something she and her counterpart could not accept nor tolerate. Jaws part and her cool lyrics flowed out smoothly as she addressed the wolves before her.

“Why do you two want to join?”

Because why else would they be here?