--the way i die.

Generally she avoided this place, not super keen on the idea of fighting so she would slip and slither around the outskirts. That is. Until She heard the cries. Massive ears would prick and she would lift her skull curiously. A child? Here? Young too by the sounds of it. Dione had never been the motherly type but as of late she had found herself more and more drawn to the children. Maybe it was because she was two and had her first heat. Whew pas baby cravings? Lithe form would turn towards the sound and break into a gentle lope before she would come across a gathering. Mothers. One was a white woman she recognized from her alpha's mothers pack, another was a white woman that Dione had met not too long ago. The tiny green demon would slow, moving cautiously around Qanik and looking to the white woman seated before the child. She was a slave wasn't she? That was what Valentine had said. Red eyes would narrow dangerously. "Qanik?" Her greeting was soft despite the glare she held the white woman in. "Please remove yourself and allow real mothers discuss this?" Dione would hiss. She was not a biological mother like she knew Qanik was but she had Mercy, she knew the maternal instincts now. Tiny green woman would fluff and bristle, ready to fight to protect this child if need be.

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