She was glad to see that Psyche was willing to follow her. Yes, she was leading the she-wolf to a land where she would be able to have a new food source, but this kind gesture held a hidden intent – to make Psyche a member. The Monster was well aware that a pack would be strong, not just by number of wolves, but the quality of them. There was something about Psyche that made the Monster ignore her previous intent of walking through Mecor Valley. She was pleased that she had discovered this lone wolf, and she hoped after spending some quality time with her that Psyche would eventually develop a desire to stay within the fields. Many members within the pack were former lone wolves, that actually enjoyed their solitude life, but they were amongst equal-thinking wolves, but they were capable of coming together like any other pack. She liberated them, she protected them, and she would continue to lead them in whatever way that would be beneficial to them. They were the family she never had, the family she always secretly desired, and they were the family she created – there was always room for more – there was room for Psyche.

Tick Tock would lead the multi-colored she-wolf away from the Valley and through the tall timbers of Enocra Woodland. Eventually the trees would part and reveal the edges of the low grassy land pack. Tick Tock’s pace was smooth and tranquil as the faint scent of the former Queen could be tasted in the air. It was noticeable that as they walked through a particular part of the land that bordered Asteraia and the Woodland that an attack had occurred, with the dried up paw prints and some stale old blood that had yet to be washed away. During the previous Summer she had to defend the pack she rightly earned, and the evidence of the fight was slowly fading away. Jaidah had left her dirty white paws within the thick mud and in certain areas the ground had yet to settle and flatten itself, the Monster slightly annoyed that the beauty of this particular spot was still a working process, and as she carried herself she appeared quite indifferent. As Psyche continued to walk beside her, the Monster would slowly move herself into the she-wolf’s personal space, gently rubbing her ebony furred shoulder into her own, allowing her scent to settle on the girl as they crossed the invisible line – subtly claiming the girl as her own, but openly showing that she was allowed to enter her home.

The silence between the two was not awkward at all. The Monster was not a creature that enjoyed idle chit chat. As they walked, the tall grasses would rise and fall in certain places, the land was flat and in certain places there was evidence of elevation, with rolling hills. There were plenty of trees scattered about in their own cluster of clumps, here and there, and Psyche wouldn’t see, but her land eased into the salty ocean, they had their own secret beaches. As they moved they past by a variety assortment of creatures that were not wolves that called Asteraia home and luckily for them they were not on the menu. As the gentle breeze blew and the tall stalks of grass bent slightly from the zephyr, a familiar scent of deer could be caught, and she calmly turned her form in that direction, and eventually the wolves would find themselves at the corner of a peaceful meadow. Within the meadow were a few does and plenty of their fawn running about and playing, hardly aware that danger lurked so closely. Turning her dial to look at Psyche, her cold lyrics purred softly, as her tail swayed gently behind her.

“Told you there were plenty, pick the one you want.”