Amazing to say how much can change in one year. It was only last year near the end of the Summer did she call out her challenge. Many things have changed for the pack, and it was all for the better, not just for herself, but for them. The pack underneath their former Alpha were low on numbers, hardly ever active, and held no sort of ground within the grounds of Moladion. With her at the top their numbers had grown, the activity had improved, and already she had secured an alliance with the swamp pack and a treaty of sorts with members of a hidden organization. During her reign no pack suffered the onslaught from Flare, but more importantly, from Tobias. She, and she alone, brought a sort of peace within Moladion. And yet...no other Alpha seemed to realize such a feat. A pity really. Then again she did not take this pack for her own to bring peace to all. No...she took the pack to rid of its former leader’s weakness and provide her imprint a safe haven. Though now she felt the responsibility of an Alpha weigh heavy on her and she had begun to care about each member, as if she felt they were her family now. For now she was not going to focus on them, but her entire attention would be held on her aloof son.

A few hours ago Tobias had returned back home after his night running around and doing as he pleased. The sun had already risen and it was mid-morning. The Monster had happily slept in for a while, enjoying the warmth of her imprint’s form next to hers, Flare resting on her other side, and her children resting at her side. They were getting larger and after Winter it would be time for them to find their own dwellings. For now though she would not think of such things and just quietly enjoy this peaceful moment. As the sun’s light began to inch its way closer inside her comfortable den her dark eyes fluttered open seeing the form of her daughter already sneak out to do whatever she does. Lifting her dial slightly she turned it around to see Gunsynd’s large smoky form curled tightly in a ball, hardly moving at all. Gingerly her muzzle would brush against the boy’s soft and luxurious fur until he woke up, and once his eyes were finally awake she would tilt her head forward, letting the boy know it was time to get up. Quietly she began to lift herself, being mindful of Flare and Tobias while they continued to sleep, and should Gunsynd not get up she would quickly nip him, gently, above his ears to know that she meant business. As soon as both were out of the den she would head towards the stream that winded past their den, dark ears flickering back to hear if Gunsynd was coming.