She knew she was in no danger, not yet anyway. She felt her brother watching her, stalking her, she did nothing to stop him. All spring she had been laying low. At first her lack of being able to get rid of the milk that constantly seemed to develope hurt her, hindered her. It wasn’t just that though she felt… broken but stronger. There were many things since she had killed her imprint she felt. Kattari had been emboldened by the consumption of her soul’s heart. It made her complete, of that she was certain, she didn’t need an imprint, he wasn’t dead, his strength was with her was how she saw it. He was a powerful male, of good blood and while she might have let things go for too long it all worked out. What happened to the children born of that she didn’t care. She was successful, she had used any means to reach that end, even if that means was somewhat forced upon her.

They were not her issue now. Her stomach no longer showed any sign that she had given birth, finally her body seemed to accept that no puppies would consume the milk, seen that there was no reason for that unnecessary pain and downright waste of resources. The consumption of him she was certain kept her from shattering. She knew the death of the imprint could cause unfathomable pain, she felt… something she guessed, there was certainly a lack of something there that had been before, but she felt better for it not worse. No longer did these random impulses that were not her own plague her, no longer did the drive for that singular target consume her. She was free. No one needed to know, but Diveen, that she had those children. No one could have known. Not now. She hadn’t thought twice about them, hadn’t considered what happened, they might have died in that den before anyone had found them or they could have been taken in, but it wasn’t her problem now. What was her problem now, was that her dear older brother had found her a dollar too late and was probably unknowingly hiding Diveen’s most wanted.

She had heard the buzzing, the fussing, of course, so far no one had found her while she shook off the extra weight birth forced on her. She was back to being fit and clean of such issues. Females made such a big deals of this, but she was able to get up and on her feet so quickly that she wasn’t sure what that was. She didn’t know she simply had been fortunate, especially not as she was making an appearance in Iromar. She knew the bounty of her head probably went up exponentially since she had killed the prince of Diveen, there were other pack wolves too she had murdered. The three legged Spirane boy for example, she was certain someone would have found him, wanted her. Diveen knew her very well, she wouldn’t be able to hide forever, but she wasn’t trying too. She wasn’t about to get in a fight that would be so out of her favor though. Let them come and fall one at a time. Still she needed to see if Iromar was one of those that knew of her misdeeds…

The strawberry and white fem made her way to the moor’s borders stretching her body, cracking her shoulders. She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Would she be treated with kindness? Never would she allow herself to be cooped up for so long again. She would fight her way out of here if that was what they wanted. Brother or not, she loved her family, it was why she took the heart of her sister in after all, but she was not about to be treated as a prisoner. She didn’t feel a need to call, he would be here, then she would figure out where they stood. WHere they helping Diveen? Or were they blissfully unaware of the killer they brought within their borders?

((Just want to make it known that no one but Diveen would know of her children, and even then I am not certain all of Diveen really knows except those directly involved. So unless they got it from an IC source please do not let them know <3 thanks loves!))