She was at peace walking through the snow covered fields. Most of the woodland creatures had either found a hole to hide in and wait out the end of winter and some of them succumbed to the harshness of Mother Nature. Soon the woodland creatures would emerge from their hiding place and their young would replace the old that died. For the past few years the pack was blessed with new life each Spring. With new mouths to feed and the pack continuing to grow it was imperative that they all be taken care of. Her own children were doing quite well already reaching their second year, preparing themselves for what was to come when they were both adults, and the Monster was quite proud of them. There were children that had been born the year she won the fields and watching them grow she was quite pleased to see that they had become strong and successful in their own right. The new children from her Frankenstein finally met their first year and she was curious to see how they would do. For now though the focus would be upon her new recruit she plucked from the valley and her imprint.

Each dark paw placed within the snow there was a soft sound of the snow crunching underneath her paw. Obsidian thick fur protected her from the cold westward winds, feeling its claws dig and attempt to chill her to her very core. Her ears twitched left and right as she continued walking feeling her body warm up from such a simple movement. It was the sound of another pair of paws crunching over the white snow that caused her dial to turn, dark eyes noticing the familiar figure of Samhain. Her pace would slow down for a moment allowing him to catch up to her as her banner swayed side to side in an easy manner. As he begins to fall in her pace she gives a slight nod in return to his greeting. That he would be out in the snow rather than within the den with Psyche puzzled her. She could recall how Tobias hardly left her side, his instincts playing with his mind, telling him to stay near her as she was pregnant with their children. She was grateful for the extra warmth he offered, their souls soothed with each other’s close company, and it brought nothing but solace to the Monster. Concerned that perhaps something was wrong and that was why he wasn’t with his own imprint, her cold questioning voice slips out slowly from her grey peppered muzzle.

“Samhain, how is Psyche doing? Should I ask Starshade to provide you two with more food?”