The wolf bites hardest when it's hungry...

like an echo her words rang in his mind as he crossed the ocean chanel once more for Tinuvel. Her words, the fierceness and determination with which she spoke them, was what he had needed. What the wolf had needed.

Once more the beast and himself had risen together as one. Claws and hooves tore at flesh, fang and tooth ripped at skin. The battle had not been easy. It was brutal. Yet it was the haunting of Zjeena's words and the fierceness of Monster's chaotic smile that led the strength that his body and mind needed to emerge victorious. He won.

His sides heaved with effort as wearily the wolf of the jungle drags himself ashore of Paradise once more. He had won in all rights and he could have taken Liland's whole herd there in that moment. However, he was not nearly as cruel as Liland made him out to appear. He would give them time to say their goodbyes. It was only fair. He had promised Ylva that Zjeena would decide their fate since it was Liland who continued to rob her of her freedom and he meant his words. Zjeena was the victor today. He merely her sharpened claw.

Multifaceted green eyes scan the beach before him. Zjeena was not far. Just as she had waited when last he charged off to Liland's shores so again she waits with anxious eyes.

His smile broadens.

Thick limbs pick up a steady jog, hampered only by the occasional favoring of his right hip. The bruise would serve as his reminder for some time still. Fresh cuts and scrapes mingle with old but they do nothing to dampen his spirit. The wolf howls its victory.

He slows to a prancing halt before her, thick tendrils of cream colored mane tumbling in water logged rivulets down the sides of his thick neck. Tentatively he stretches his neck towards her, ashen labrums brushing tenderly against the curve of her neck. "Your fate is your own." he whispers, the words lingering upon his tongue. So long had he dreamed of the day when he could speak them to her, when she would finally be free of Liland's grasp and free to be the queen of Paradise as she was meant to be.

Eyes glitter against the bright sunlight as he inhales deeply her familiar scent. "Liland falls to you today... not to me. His herd is yours for the taking my mate."