As soon as she sees his form relax, she slips from the den she birthed her daughters in, leaving it behind as she dashed passed the large figure of Mars. Her paws keep to paths and tunnels she knows he will follow her to, her gait leaving no room for discussion or stubborn male dominance. Hunger pinched her stomach and gave rise to a wolf who had not truly used her all since her fall from the throne. It was along one of the trails that she pauses, thinking she caught a whiff of her ghost, but knowing her mind was rebelling against the thought of ridding herself of him. She could not stand the memories, the distance of that brand of happiness, it drove her deeper into madness and consumed her like the burning fires of Tartarus.

She moved with an effortless grace and silence, waiting to cross paths with a wolf who wouldn't know she was the bringer of hell. In her wake followed a monster, not unusual to find Jaidah leading bulls by the horns, but she has this one by the...um...

It does not take long, Jaidah comes out and moves through the crags, dragging Mars in her wake if he still followed her. They move toward the hunting grounds, maybe making a pit stop for a drink on the way. "What color do you want?" She asks such a simple question for it to carry such a heavy price. If he should give her a pelt color, she will root out a wolf that matched it the best she could, and would send it howling into Mars. If she could, of course. Her defeats have given her a dip of self-confidence. She was no longer an assured alpha, nor was she an upcoming queen, Jaidah was only that, Jaidah. She would change it soon, soon they would know her scarred visage clear across the region. Maybe even beyond that.