TEN FEET /T A L L/

*Jupiter I* · 11-15-2014, 12:15 PM

She is curled, quietly, in her old den, still carved into the earth, protected by her forest, with Mercury curled at her stomach. The scent of her newborn pups prove long gone, of course, but here she can almost imagine that ambrosia still lingers. She remembers rising from this den, fatigued and exhausted from bringing new life into the world and immediately calling a meeting--a meeting to announce her decision to try and bring death unto another. To protect the babes reliant on her teat. To protect the wolves reliant on her undying ferocity and will to defend them with her life.

But to her, they'd all forsaken her.

Dial snaps to face the direction of the call and she heaves herself to her paws. Tail brushes affectionately over Mercury to raise him from his slumber and he too rises, groggily, and prowls after her as she sweeps from the den. She is quiet, contemplative, as she considers holding the pack's meeting soon. Perhaps after this encounter with whomever may be calling for her.

As she approaches, she recognizes the woman as the one that had sidled up to her son at the challenge. Brow raises with a wary interest as she approaches, chin tilted slightly upwards, audits pivoted towards the dark beast.

"It's you," she rumbles neutrally. "The woman who seems awfully fond with my son." Vocals flaunt a guarded wariness and over-protectiveness of one of the few things she has left in her life.

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TEN FEET /T A L L/

Jupiter I