Jaidah had failed once again, as the twins knew she would. Melisandre had no doubt that the scarred queen would come back victorious, even if her midnight ruff had been a little torn. Lurid was as sure as her crowned sister, though she was more silent and less over the top about the victory. When the howl had come across the plains of their birth, Melisandre had whooped and hollered as if she herself had won. It was not only for the continued stability the girls cheered on, it was their first sighting of Jaidah since they had taken on the mission of hunting her down. Twilight came, and Mel began to stir in her den. It was near the one shared by the king's own pups and his mates, as she was often found in the den she grew up in. One of Tobias' solitary dens set away from his mates and heirs, but near enough that they only had to yap for attention. At a year old, the girls were leggy, but still retained the dainty beauty of their heritage. Nearing two, they began to fill out their frames with muscle, rather than the puppy fat they gained over the year.

Spotting the wolf on the ridge, Lurid presses her pale russet shoulder against the white one of her sister. Pointedly gesturing toward the massive shadow, Mel gives an open greeting to the male, yipping at him before running toward him. Lurid followed reluctantly behind her sister, even after a year she is skittish of the wolf so many in Moladion whisper about. The bolder of the two rushes up the rise to meet her king and rush into his space, rolling straight to her back to excitedly wriggle about on her spine. It is a traditional greeting for her, Melisandre had to quickly learn how to navigate Tobias' cold moods while growing in his presence. Lurid had always managed to keep herself with Mel, but away from the dangerous jaws of her king. Instinct demanded that she keep away, the growing aggression of a new litter arriving had meant Lurid learned she was not as welcome as Melisandre, the pup Tobias rescued rather than swallowed.

After her rolling submission to her alpha, Melisandre gives a puppy jump and licks at his jaws, her teeth clicking together as she nips at him and slaps her tongue at his face. It is brief, this display of affection and gratitude. Before long, the girls sit, looking out to see what he sees with eyes of green and blue. Neither speak, knowing it irritates the big male. Others have spoken, they have spoken, each was met with a growl. Except the queen monster, she was able to speak to him. Some sort of magic held them together, and it was a gift they were glad she had. The caped lady was not so bad, caring even, but their idol was the monster queen. Melisandre's not-so-secret idol was Tobias. Lurid hangs back, watching the two of them, willing to help if needed. She will not interact much, unless called to do so.

Melisandre looks expectantly at Tobias, mischief shining in those green eyes of hers, a huff leaving jaws that snap together with a soft smack of lips.

females ;; one year ;; asteraia's imps