With how reclusive she had always been she could feel the touch of Motherhood, wishing to be close and constantly interacting with her own children. Their first year she wanted to make sure they would be safe from all harm. Banning them from going outside the fields unless she had accompanied them. At that time she knew that Jaidah would lower herself to scum to attack her children in revenge for always challenging her and never succeeding in taking back the fields. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Jaidah’s own weak children would attempt to attack her own, in revenge for never obtaining the rights to the fields. Indeed her children’s first year of life wasn’t one the Monster treated with so much carelessness. She would watch them, keep them close, ensure to everyone in the pack that no harm must come to them. The pack understood and answered her call, and by the first touch of frost her children had survived their first months of life.

From then on a training program began to be their lives. Sure they could go and have fun as any pup could, but each of her children would learn what they needed to know. The Monster knew age wise she was getting up there and she wanted to make sure before Death took her, her children knew what they needed to know in order to survive and thrive. Her children were so similar and yet so very different from each other, her shadow children, born from the True Demon of Moladion and herself. Such a potent combination should surely provide them some sort of leverage above all. They were near adulthood and she was immensely proud with what they have learned so far. Now that Fall was here it wouldn’t be long for Winter to come and then she would watch over them for one more final year, a part of her wishing they were back to their smaller forms, tucked safely into her side.

As she drank from the cold water below, her ears twitched at the sound of oncoming paw steps, inhaling softly she caught the scent of a familiar male, and so she remained relaxed drinking her fill. There was no need to be on guard. As he spoke she would stop drinking for a moment, bringing up her muzzle, as her water dripped from her muzzle. Sapphire eyes, flecked with violet, looked over the familiar wolf finding that Fatherhood had seemed to ware him out. Softly her cold tone slipped gently out with an inquiry.

“Samhain, how does Fatherhood go for you? Surprising how big they can get by Fall, when they are such tiny little things in the Spring.”