After her conversation with her adopted son, Lonhro, she felt the need to take a stroll by herself, digesting the information he had given her. She had heard very little about Zeus, not knowing that he was the sire of the pups her Frankenstein bared this spring, but that he was causing trouble for the Angel Pack was quite annoying. The Angel Pack had been doing well with their new King. After Covet essentially killed the pack, what with the mass exodus going to the mountains, and then forcing a wolf to sell their body in order to take over Diveen was quite appalling. That was not how a pack should be obtained. She did not know if this Zeus was a cohort of Covet or not, but she did know she wanted nothing to do with pointless drama. The Angel Pack had their rightful King and the other packs within Moladion seemed content. She had brought peace to Moladion, a peace that had gone without a thanks, and truly they should be a bit kinder to her. She had provided a refuge and a home for wolves that were different, wolves that craved the taste of their species, and to live amongst those that would not judge them. She did not know much about this Dieloch, but if Zeus was causing problems with the Diveen pack, then he would be causing problems for all packs that are allied or hold treaty to Diveen. If Dieloch was a friend of some sort, as Lonhro told her, then he was guilty by association. She would keep her pack safe, as she promised them each time Jaidah came to the border to challenge, and she would continue to keep her pack safe. They were her family and she’d do anything for them.

As she walked her dial would turn as she heard an unknown call beseech her presence and for Psyche. Curious as to who it would be she calmly made her way towards the direction of the call, both dark ears pointed with attentiveness. Eventually she would come along the couple. Dark sapphire eyes narrowed as she came closer, noticing how Psyche rubbed her head against the strangers chest, giving Tick Tock the assumption that he was quite special to her newest member. The Monster does not raise her tail in an arrogant manner, rather is ways behind her in a content manner, her dial high, but not too high to hold some invisible crown or need to make herself appear as some sort of Queen. There was no such need for extreme gestures. She was naturally intimidating, but didn’t flaunt it. Coming closer to the duo she looked over at the two before settling herself down, catching the scent on the male that he belonged to the forest. Her dark banner touched with grey snaked along her front paws, as she made herself comfortable, her cold voice easily slipped out as she addressed both of them.

“Welcome to Asteraia wolf of Taviora. Psyche, you appear quite affectionate with him, you’ve already met a friend on your tasks?”