Things were different now. She had killed the Pantheon bitch, she had relished in the blood that flooded freely over her paws. Something had snapped in her that day. It had been the first time in so long since she had taken a life. It felt good. After the fight she had not returned home, instead she had gone in search of Kylar. But so far she had failed, and forced her daughter to take the pack. It was not the way she wanted things to be, but it was the way things had to be. Shoulders rolled, paws absorbing the shock of her steps. Hungry coral gaze swept the land, in search of her next victim. She had been detached from the world she knew, her thirst for blood was out of control. Saliva pooled in her mouth, flashes of stealing the ebony bitches life consumed her thoughts. She needed more.
A call would shake her from her thoughts. Bass. Her crown would lift, ears swiveling, how long had it been since she'd seen him? There was something different in his voice, something demanding. Altering her course she would move towards Abaven, crossing pack borders as soon as she got there. She would waltz in unwelcome, it always made Bass mad, but he had yet to tell her she was not allowed to. Nostrils flared, inhaling the foreign scent of his pack. The land was unfamiliar, but she would fall the direction in which his call came.
She would not be the first there unfortunately. Others having already gathered. But a smirk would curl her dark lips as she tried to connect her coral gaze with his. She would seek to move through the crowd, wanting to come up directly before Bass. "Long time no see." She would purr, lyrics low, just for his ears. If he didn't move, she would take a step forward to invade his personal space before pressing her nose to his cheek. Immediately she would move to his left, plopping herself on the earth, totally relaxed as though she belonged there.
