Already she'd started on her second week of pregnancy, but was loath to admit that was the case. Each sign was purposely looked over, ignored or given an excuse for. Nausea had turned into a regular thing, which she'd automatically assumed was the result of an illness. Nothing serious, she was sure of that, but an annoyance all the same. She was bothered by it, but refused to read any further into it. There was no need to get worked up over something so simple, especially when there was a chance it was merely the doings of her own mind. She recognized the mind as being a powerful thing, and wouldn't put it past her own to sicken her for the sole purpose of causing paranoia. Sen was determined to not let some silly placebo win, and so she'd continued through her days just as she'd always done before.

Sen had been working over a rabbit's fresh corpse when she'd been joined by another, attempting to eat it but failing. It was not that she couldn't but, rather, she didn't want to. She'd managed to force down a few bites prior to the younger's arrival, but had regretted it soon after when it'd started to feel as if her stomach was churning. Rain—that poor, oblivious girl—had arrived at a terrible time, and the serpent had no problems with letting her know that. Even though a compliment had been given and a gift brought, she was unable to look past her own issues, and instead pushed her frustrations onto the innocent creature that'd just so happened to cross her path.

"Maybe if you weren't a mutt you'd have a coat like mine," the Gorgon had voiced, offering the rabbit one last glance before moving it aside. Her attention was then given entirely to the wolfdog, a glare in her eyes. Normally, Sen enjoyed compliments no matter who they came from. It mattered not the other's background or species, for when it came to flattery, the woman was a sucker. Presently, however, it was clear that would not be the case.

The insult seemed to roll right off of the other, causing Sen to wonder—very briefly—what was wrong with the creature. Of course, she didn't bother with questioning it aloud, not caring enough to get to the bottom of things. If something was wrong, and it was problematic enough, she'd simply tell Depp and have him deal with it. Perhaps, if she chose her words carefully enough, she'd be capable of manipulating him into getting exactly what she wanted... hm. It was quite the thought, and something she would be sure to test in the weeks to come. For the time being, however, she turned her head away from the other, doing her best to ignore whatever Rain had to say. Once she'd finally skipped off, the woman felt relieved, believing for a moment that she'd be left alone once more.

But, of course, she wasn't allowed to get off so easily.

Much to her displeasure, the hybrid had returned, only to then start tampering with plants and whatnot. Sen tried to ignore her, again, but it became increasingly difficult as time went on. Finally, as the dented rock was pushed her way, she found that paying the other no mind would not work. Instantly, the Gorgon's head snapped up in the wolfdog's direction, eyes narrowed and jaw set. She turned her nose up upon seeing the murky substance before her, refusing to drink it even after having heard that it might help. "That isn't going anywhere near my mouth," the woman had stated, her words firm. Perhaps it was only because the younger wasn't a full-blooded wolf, but Sen had no intentions of giving in and lapping at whatever she'd concocted.

Again, the oddity spoke, bringing the woman to wish that she could remove her ears. That is, until she'd heard a key phrase: brain damage. Depp had never told her of the young hybrid's mental condition, and she'd never paid close enough attention to see it for herself. While it explained some things, Sen bothered not with such details. Instead, her mind had immediately jumped to ways she could, perhaps, get rid of the other. Surely the girl would eventually slip up, maybe stir up trouble with another pack—the mere thought of war had her brimming with annoyance, but such trouble being started would surely result in Rain being booted from the sanctuary. The thought was an attractive one, becoming something she would consider setting into motion, currently unaware that doing so would only lead to her own demise. As of present, that'd yet to register within her mind, but would definitely come forth later on.

Sen had missed the part concerning the safety of the vegetation cocktail, nor would she have cared even if she had. It was not that she believed there to be poison lurking in the makeshift bowl, it was solely due to who had made the brew. Alas, the topic had already soared right on by, and she'd missed out on her opportunity to respond thanks to her own train of thought. Oh well, one could not miss what they never knew themselves to have had. What she hadn't gone deaf to, though, was how the mother-daughter duo strived for acceptance. True acceptance from Sen, personally, for being granted access into the pack had not been enough. At that, the serpent snorted, begrudgingly amused. "Your mother has my acceptance," she stated. "You're the one who doesn't. I'm not a fan of bloodlines being soiled by poor choices." Of course, she meant Rain's birth, for she'd been grown from the seed of a domesticated canine. Truthfully, there was not an exact reasoning to her opinion, it was simply how things were; it was the mindset she'd been raised with, and one she could not drop even if she'd wished to do so.

The Gorgon's amber eyes watched carefully as the other drank from the bowl, and scrunched up her nose when it was then pushed closer to her. In a matter of seconds, she'd stood up, a scowl etched into her facial features. "I could be inches away from Death's fingertips, and I still wouldn't touch something that you'd made," came her retort. "If you don't want tension, don't seek me out. Ask Depp questions, talk to him about your life here and your thoughts, but not me. Your mother can come to me whenever she wants, but you? I'm waiting for you to make a mistake." Though rude and notably cruel, her words were honest.

The girl starting ranting, further annoying Sen and earning from her a low growl. She was in no mood to deal with such childish behavior, and certainly not when it was coming from the creature of her hatred. Dogs and most hybrids had no place within the wild, they didn't possess the proper skills to survive on their own. They were trouble, bothersome pests, and she loathed the fact that not one, but two had been permitted into her home. Depp meant well, he really did, but never would she be able to live by his desired philosophy. It simply wasn't her, and never would she change her ways just to make a creature she despised happy. So when the hybrid slipped into the water, she did not offer to help, but had laughed instead. "You're a fool," she'd sneered. "Maybe if I leave you there, you'll save me the trouble and drown yourself." It was a pleasant thought, but she knew it to be unlikely. The current there wasn't strong enough to drag her under, much to Sen's disappointment.

Rain's request for assistance was ignored and not even the slightest of movements had been made, for never would the serpent touch such a vile creature. Rather, she'd moved back even further from the river, readying herself to leave. It was then that Depp had appeared, rescuing the mewling child and then asking for an explanation. At that, Sen had scoffed, ignoring him as well and turning away from them both. Directly after, she'd taken her leave, leaving the pair behind without even the quietest of farewells.