at the bottom.

It would seem the dame wasn't the only on here this darkening evening, for it took her a few hours to reach this place. Where she had hopelessly beat another into the ground, one that had been little more then a whelp in her eyes. Pah, they had a lot to learn and far more growing up to do before they were worth a damn thing to her. If she ever had a litter her self, she wouldn't tolerate such behavior from them, no, they would be beat due to it. Her method weren't for the light hearted, they would be exceptionally lucky not to meet her wrath. If they were behaved and good little whelps they wouldn't have to worry over a beating from their mother, that was if they didn't end up being cannibalized by her as soon as they were born.

"Lost old timer?" The lyrics fell from her lips as the dame stepped into the dying light and into the view of the elder and obviously lost male. Whatever was happening to him looked to be caused by old age, she had seen it a few times. Their mind disintegrating with their age, forgetting things and becoming disorientated as time passed on; sometimes turning violent and others completely forgetting who they were and standing on a cliffs edge into insanity.