It wasnt often that she ventured from pack lands. Business often kept her home, confined to the borders to ensure the survival of her legacy. But today she would find herself moving south and soon moving across grassy plains. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of new territory. But it was the roar of voices that caught her attention. Her crown would lift, coral gaze sweeping the range in curiosity. Legs would carry her towards the sound, unable to help herself, especially when she caught wind of her son. Audits tipped forward as she approached, seeking to come up behind the family that stood between her and her son. Attempting to meet his gaze, a brow would lift in question. She had only caught the end of the boys statement, it seemed that her son was intent on claiming this family. Lips would curl into a sneer, eyes dancing with wicked mischief. "Quite a catch, my boy." She would coo, her gaze ravaging each family member. It was quite an achievement to take an entire family, but she wasnt entirely sure they were worth the trouble. The parents were set in their ways, and obviously were weak by the lack of fighting. "But might I suggest you only take the children. They can be trained, molded. Their parents...." A pause. "Cannot." Words fell like honey from dark lips as her gaze would return to her son.
