The monster had found her. A specimen perfect for his collection.

Jaidah.

The alabaster monster follows behind the snowy white wolf as she leads him to her home, long alabaster limbs more than capable of catching up with her... Yet he doesn't. The monster lingers behind watching her form move through the woods. Eyes cold, fathomless assessing her, watching her. She would be his, her fate had been decided. It didn't matter who came before none would come after.

The grotto, he's notes her dens location with mild surprise that they had not meet sooner. They shared a home in a way, the monster also calling a branch of the complex network home, but hers was far from his den of bones. Perhaps he would take her there someday, should she prove agreeable. Jaidah vanishes into her den and the beast huffs, his breath steaming like a dragons smoke from his nostrils in the cold winter air. Blunt nails scrap at the entryway a few times in an attempt to widen it, he did not care for this game.

A frustrated growl emerges from lips pale lips as she remains inside too speak to him. “Always.” He speaks, his voice a low rumbling sound. “I do not care for your home”