Rest. She needed rest. Those were the orders her loyal Frankenstein had given her. Yet she was not one to follow others. Though she would respect the bob-tailed wolf’s words. Having the fracture in the hock area was not very pleasant. She could not move far from the lair where she was comfortable lying with Tobias, his mate, and the two future heirs of the fields. She had proved once more to Jaidah, to her wolves, and all of Moladion that the Monster was not going anywhere. The first time she challenged Jaidah for the pack, the female did not show up, which was unsurprising since she had such a long absence that her scent barely was caught along the border lines. The Monster defeated Reaver fairly. The night she had given Tobias Nevermore and Gunsynd was the same night Jaidah reared her head. Apparently the green-eyed woman would not fight fairly. Tick Tock had not challenged the she-wolf when she gave birth. Yet Tobias fought valiantly in her stead and she was proud that her counterpart was able to keep the sanctuary she provided him and the pack that had entrusted their loyalty. Once more Jaidah came back and again the Monster sacrificed her body for her beloved imprint and the family she had built. Be it through Nakato’s ability to heal her or her inner driven desire to press on, the Monster was not capable of resting for long.

Once the sun rose she decided to leave her counterpart’s obsidian side and provide herself a rare chance of solitude. Her movement was slow and done in such a careful manner so as not to put further damage at her hock area. The torn scruff was healing just fine and already the cut below her eye was nonexistent, especially since her face held the deeper marks from the mountain lion she had killed with the dead Angel King and the marks her very own Father had given her. Nakato reassured her that by the end of winter she would be able to function perfectly and Tick Tock could not wait for winter to be done and over with. Though she appreciated the extra attention her imprint was giving her, quite content to curl herself even closer to him when he came to rest, the natural instinct of imprint and winter enabling her to be in such a compromising position. Allowing herself to still move on her three legs she lifted her dial as soon as she heard the sound of the code name she was bestowed. With a heavy sigh an irritated bark was the response she felt was suitable for the white boy. Why was it every time she was in a fight he had his uncanny presence within the fields. Reaching his location she would stand silently underneath the shade of the tree, dark sapphire eyes looking upon the boy in such an impassive way. Though her eyes would shift slowly towards the russet and white marked female, one dark ear pointed with interest at her. Gruffly her cold tone slithered out from her black lips as her eyes snapped towards the Angel boy, wondering just why he was here and who this new she-wolf was.

“Majora...is this one of yours?”