The bastard had taken away Zharko from me. Taken him someplace.. better. That is all that he had told me and this had happened whilst I was away from the den, sunning myself. I pretended to be completely angry. Snarling, snapping, that sort of thing, but in truth I wasn't terribly attached to the child. Not even the girl. She wasn't my Myrria and I missed her, to tell the truth. Just as I missed Carnifex, not that I'd ever utter such things out loud. Aranck was suitable enough. He kept me well fed and safe. Not once did I shiver this winter and even though he could be detestable at times, the pros outweighed the cons. He was much preferable to death and I had decided he wasn't allowed to let me go, even if he desired as much. Our year contract would be a lifetime if I had my way.

Now that I was left with our daughter I wasn't sure what to do with myself. Aranck had been gone quite a bit lately and I was, frankly, growing bored of life in Diveen. It was so.. calm. So boring. Not that I was what you would call an adventure seeker, but I never considered myself a goody-two-shoes. These were ANGELS, after all, even if they pretended they weren't anymore.

So the moment I heard him call I leaped up, head tilted, and stared into the distance in disbelief. His call was originating from Iromar. And it was screaming something important. I. Am. Alpha. I gasp then, ears falling forward then back, then my tail wags, then I grin. It is a wicked, devilish grin, and I turn towards Zonna. "Better keep up, girl," then I burst into a run. I was kind enough to raise the kids and feed them. They seemed to like me because of that so I never tried to be overly affectionate, seeing how content they were with my dispassion, and so it wasn't considerably different for me to talk to her this way.

I know she is with me, even if she falls behind and I have to slow my step a little, and I leave Diveen before anyone is the wiser. I don't know HOW Aranck did it or why but I was betting others might not be so thrilled. He was sly and always had something luking behind his eyes. It doesn't take long until I enter the moorland. The place of my birth. I can't say I like it here but suddenly I realize something. If Aranck is the Alpha... then I HAD BETTER BE HIS DAMN ALPHESS.

First thing I hear, though, is snarling and screaming, and I head in that direction assured that Aranck is probably the cause. I see him fighting off a woman, a pup, and a young adult. And I just sit there and watch, Zonna nearby probably. As they race away and Aranck watches them, I finally make myself known as I walk towards him, instinctivly coiling around him like a cat. Brushing his fur so that his scent is on me and mine is on him, a declaration of sorts, and I grin at him. "Well. You've certainly been busy."