The Other Side

The red woman had never left, despite the constant changing of hands her pack had gone through the lithe red woman had remained, slithering through the shadows and open avoiding the new leaders who came to claim her home. But this day an interesting young man had slid into her lair and florescent yellow eyes followed his journey through her home. The giants had left and with their departure she had remained. The thought of claiming the lands for her own had strangely never crossed her mind, the woman knew that she needed a leash, knew she needed a handler to direct her rage and violence. Would this male be a suitable leader? There really was only one way to find out and without Morphine or Nnoitra to reign in her the female had been running rampant. She needed focus, needed a job...

She lay in her section of the bushes for some time even after the claiming howl, watching a few wolves file in along with her niece. Funny that she might show up here. What about Rune? Vixe had been in Glaciem even the last time she had seen him so she wasn't worried much about him. An albino hurried by and the red temptress would lift her head, skull tipping curiously as a distant memory of an albino pup floated to the forefront of her mind. But that pup had been a female. Almost as soon as it had appeared it disappeared and she found herself lifting herself to her paws, long limbs propelling her after the albino.

She came across anger and rage, father and son fighting with friends trying to pull them apart. Chaos... She drank it in, allowing it to ebb and flow around her as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. It felt nice to be around a chaotic pack once more, the russet woman paying no mind to the fight that was breaking loose. Long limbs would carry her to her niece, devilish smile slithering across otherwise easy features. "Dear child, I thought you would be long gone from this pack by now..." She would coo, something about her tone distant even as she looked towards the fight. Who were these wolves? What were they to her and who would she be better suited to? She would follow the one who would put her to use...