She sits there quietly looking over her one of her Jekyls. It was a shame, a terrible shame, that the fields once full of life was slowly growing quiet. It pained her when Cuirass was no longer to be found, she had put so much time and effort in his training, and to have him leave was rather painful. It harmed her even more when she noticed Nakato was no longer to be found within the fields, her stench faded away. She adored her Frankenstein dearly, she trusted her almost enough to where the bob-tailed wolf could be considered a first friend for the aging Monster. She couldn’t help, but wonder if it was all her fault? For once the dark creature was allowing sadness to infect her, she was allowing a hint of self-doubt to creep at the back of her mind. No. She did not fail them. She gave them everything. They left on their own accord. They abandoned her and the pack. Suddenly, those dark and negative thoughts shifted into a renewed sense of self-confidence. She was a good Alpha, a strong Alpha, and they were just incapable of keeping up. Yes, that is right, she thought. Her attention would focus back on Samhain, her dial nodding slowly, as he explained how his fatherhood was turning out.

“I would be lying if I said it gets easier as they get older, but it does not have.”

The older her children became the more complicated things seemed to be. Both of her children were quite the opposite of one another. She wanted nothing but the best for them, because in her mind she felt they deserved everything they could possibly receive. They were children born and bred from herself and Tobias, and that meant there was not just greatness in them, but something so much more. She taught them everything she possibly could know, and the older they got, the more they grabbed ahold of her teachings, but also came the plethora of questions. So, many questions that should just how much they were capable of thinking for themselves, but outside the box as well. Being a parent was a difficult thing, but it had its rewards. One grey-ear twitched when Samhain inquired just what she wished from him. He had been here for a year now, following his imprint to the fields, and she accepted him with open paws. She did not want him to leave, she was a bit possessive after all. So, she answered him calmly, her cold tone slipping out gently.

“I want you to remain here, I want you to continue doing what you can. Nakato has disappeared and we are without a Healer. I need one, Samhain, and so does the pack. Can you become our Frankenstein or find us a new one?”