Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

Ghost watched the massive woman wearily, ears swinging around from one side to another, hearing voices that were not there. She careened her head from left to right, silver hued eyes growing just a touch more distant. Madness it seemed would consume her. Claim its most unwilling victim. She had fought the pull of its talons for too long. Perhaps it was time to let go. She cocked her head to the side contemplatively. "The voices in my head remind me not of things I yearn to forget." The soft response came quickly, almost too quickly.

"Who knows why kings do what they do? Some are fools some are masters of minds that will leave the world to rot." Her speech was becoming cracked, fragmented, disoriented, her eyes holding a distant gleam. She wasn't here, she wasn't thinking, the voices were growing louder and it hurt her too much to think.

"I want my pups, do not mistake me, my mate...he deserves to know at least before I leave him. Should I play upon your border would I still be permitted to your pack?" Her head tilted absently to the left. She needed... telling... her mate? her mate what was his name? Where was he? Segar...Segar. His name was Segar.