The fields although beautiful was absolutely a mystery to those that lived outside of the terrain. Not many outsiders knew very much about what happened within these lands. Obviously they had a darker reputation and it was something the Monster considered an advantage rather than detrimental. It meant that they were creatures that would not be bothered with whatever was going on outside Moladion and it kept others from sticking their noses where it was not wanted. This particular pack was far more different than the others that carved out a piece for themselves within Moladion. The wolves here were unique in their own way and the Monster would allow them to be as what they needed to be, with no questions asked. Each wolf within her fold knew that there would be no judgement nor correction needed by her. They could be as they were, as long all were aware, of what their role was in the pack, and what they could do for each other. There was harmony here and that was something the Monster would instill for as long as she reigned.

It was the friendly call that arose in the clear blue sky that caused the Alpha of Asteraia to tilt her dial in a curious manner. It had been quite a while since she heard someone calling for her, from an unknown source. Ever since she heard from Iromar that one of their own was attacked and raped once again, and threatened to come to her lands should the culprit come to them, she was angered. Partly because her own child was raped while within the moors, disgusted that it was meant to be a protected place for the child that she swore would forever remain there. The other reason why she was angered was by the fact they did not wish to heed her territory and believed that they were allowed to enter the fields without her permission.

When her Nakato was stolen from her by Diveen she stormed to their border with her imprint, demanding their King return the wolf that rightfully belonged to her and it was good that he obeyed her orders. She sought revenge and yet she was respectful to the terms of territory and rules. She had expected her long time alley, Iromar, to hold that same respect and it was disheartening and shameful that they did not hold up to that respect. She did not know who this wolf was or what he looked like and she hadn’t made up her mind on what she would do when he came. After all if he was indeed a rapist, then she would wish for him to suffer in such a terrible way. If only she could have found her daughter’s rapist and torn his throat out. A haunting call was released explaining to him that her presence would appear momentarily.

Eventually the ebony she-wolf would make her way towards the border of her home. Her movement was not as fluid as it once had been when she was younger, but she was not walking stiffly. There was grey fur around her eyes and muzzles and yet even in her older age, there was an enormous feeling over power and control that easily radiated from the Monster. As always she was a creature that was not to be messed with and this particular reputation could be backed up by her sharp teeth and twisted deadly mind. Dark sapphire eyes, speckled with violet, narrowed as she walked up to the other wolf. She was silent as she remained standing before him, her dial was naturally held high, but her tail held in a casual manner – there was no need to strut. She stood there before him, waiting patiently for just what he wanted and why he summoned her. It had better be good.