It was a good thing that Psyche was not one of those wolves that loved the sound of their voice or believed they had to exercise their jaw constantly. The silence between them was not awkward at all, but rather serene. As Alpha there were times when she listened to the concerns or questions those that lived within the fields had for her. It did not bother her to listen to them, she rather enjoyed the fact that they would come to her, but that didn’t mean the Monster didn’t like some peace and quiet every now and then. The walk back towards the grassy lowlands was a long one, but not a difficult one. Stepping through the woodland and Asteraia border caused a slight movement of her black lips to move upwards. This piece of land witnessed her final battle with Jaidah, proving to the one-eyed she-wolf that she would never claim the plains as her home, and showing her followers that she would protect them, always.
When she moved her shoulder to press into Psyche’s shoulder she was surprised that Psyche would actually welcome the touch. It wasn’t often that any wolf, other than her own blood family, would welcome her touch. Psyche was indeed a peculiar wolf. Though the Monster would not show any evidence that she was stunned that Psyche would touch her back. Instead she carried along taking the multi-colored wolf deeper within her home and towards the meadow she knew would hold some fresh meat. She was curious to know how Psyche would do within the fields, wondering just what it was Psyche would be able to do for herself and for the pack. As soon as they made it to the meadow, she allowed Psyche to show the Monster just what sort of skills she had. As Psyche speaks about how mouthwatering the fawns were to her, cold sapphire eyes shifted from the prey to the predator beside her, giving her a curt nod in agreement.
Staying still she allowed Psyche to move as she pleased towards the prey. She was not interested having deer as a meal this afternoon. Tonight she would be hunting with Tobias and Flare and there was no need to weigh herself down on a full stomach. Her half-torn ear twitched back and forth as she observed the way Psyche snuck up on the deer. The kill was clean without any fault and she was quite satisfied in what she saw. As soon as she came back with the dead deer in her jaws her black banner thumped the ground for a moment, and she would look down at the deer the moment it was laid in front of her. Sapphire eyes touched with a hint of violet hue narrowed as she inspected the kill site, taking note in how Psyche was able to catch the throat of the fawn perfectly. Ebony crown would lift upwards as she looked upon the she-wolf, her jaw dropping as her cold voice slips out slowly, wanting to inquire more from Psyche, one dark paw lifting in a kind gesture that she could eat the fawn.
“Are you interested in pack life, Psyche? If you are, what are you wanting from a pack, what do you want to become in a pack?”
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