Firefly Glen Story; two.

@Mira

She mourned so, weeping and hollaring for her mate to come back and bring back her pups. She felt rage for the witch who seduced him so, and could only curse her a thousand words. Priapus only wanted her children back, to hold and care for them, to hear them say 'mama' with a smile. How she mourned for their touch, and desired for the embrace.

When the silver wolf smelled a pack nearby, her fur bristled in a rage. Could they have escaped to another place? Were her dearest babies at this mountain range? Tears falling in an endless stream, but so was the rage she felt in her heart.

Mira had become more comfortable passing just beyond their borders. Mother was always very careful about that sort of thing, especially since she had followed Mintaka to meet that fool- but the serpent was swiftly growing into her size, gangly limbed for now, and more ambitious than ever before. She wished to know of all the land they owned- and though Moonspear's border was behind her, the girl scented more of them into this place, and thus surely it must belong to them on some level, too. 

When a silver figure caught her eye, from a distance she believed it might be that relative of her father's and quickened her pace- for how could Hydra be angry, if she had an adult Moonspear companion with her? But she slowed as she got closer, eyes narrowing slightly as the bristling fur became clear, and the fact that she was certainly not Keres. Glassy-eyed, moving closer in her direction- who was this woman?

"Darling!" Madness consumed Priapus and she let out a wicked hollar. It was obsessive love, her fur no longer bristled but a longing look toward the beautiful, black child. Her own children were bundles of the abyssal, beautifuly midnight, and sunken into the pits of tar with her wicked ex-mate. How could he do that?

But it's okay.

It's definitely okay, she found her.

"Come to me little one, mommy going to take you ok?"

Mira stiffened like a brick wall when the sweet nickname was called out, and briefly her head swerved robotically right and left to assess if there was some other she might call darling. Mira was no darling. But the glen was empty save the two of them, and the next words only made this more disturbing. Mira stood her ground even as Priapus might move closer- this was her turf, her family's turf, and she saw no reason to flee it. No. Mother resides on the mountain. Mira shared evenly, not a tremor of fear in her words. The serpent knew nothing of insanity, delusion- thus this female's behavior perplexed her entirely.

"I knew it! That bastard poised your mind! Him and his slut!" She couldn't bare her own kids, so of course she had to take her kids. How dare that woman! Priapus was the maiden of the pack, she was the treasured wolf, and she was the one who deserved a happy ending! Yet! They took away her beautiful kid!

She snarled, a paw raised in an attempted strike against the child, "I am your mother!" She would correct them; yes that's the way. Discipline for being such a naughty one.. It's alright though, theyre reunited. They'll be together again. Then she'll find the rest.

Bastard, slut? The woman spoke words that were unfamiliar to Mira, and for a moment she felt a weak whelp again, too foolish to understand the language of adults. It was... a terrible feeling. The woman's paw raised and so did the serpent's hackles, lips twisting into a snarl. She did expect the woman to have the guts to strike a child in what she believed was her own land, thus Mira was too slow to dodge when she saw it coming, and was struck by the adult. My mother would never hurt me, She snarled, unaware that statement could easily be proven false by Hydra if Mira ever needed to be culled. Fangs bared, she leapt to the adult, wanting only to tear flesh and chase away.

"Oh darling, it was an accident," Priapus said, excusing herself from the situation. Of course she would never hurt her child, it was a mere' accident. She meant to hit the ground, but the child was in the way! Her beautiful child.. Who lept at her!

"How dare you treat your mother like this!" It was easy to dodge a simple child, but when Mira missed her so, she simply shifted and aimed to grab at her scruff. Since she had found her daughter, it was time to go.

Every wolf Mira had ever fought had been a child, or an adult who was gentle with her because of her age. Now, in the face of someone who would stop at nothing to get her, Mira was surprised by the dodge. The other mother excused the strike as accident, but Mira doubted this when she was snatched by the scruff. It felt so strange and wrong to have this stranger call her daughter.

Mira was an Ostrega, for God's sake- not this bitch's poor spawn. 

She thrashed violently when grabbed, lifted paws reaching for the ground while she shook like a living tornado. But nature engineered children so that they might be carried well by their mothers, even when throwing a fit. This was no mother, but nature treated her as if she was, giving her a good grip on the nape. Wiggling only hurt the stretched skin, but the serpent was relentless as she tried, and failed, to free herself.

"Good girl." Priapus said as her daughter stopped the mindless struggling. She could only come to the conclusion that childless bitch had poised her dearest babies against her. It was best to take them one by one, however neither of them were scented upon the child either. She didn't connect the dots too well, finding that Mira looked far to similar to her pup- but so would all black-pelted children.

She would return for the rest of her litter, so the woman thought. However her mind was to firstly take care of the precious daughter and take her away from here.

"Mommy will take care of you properly."

I WILL KILL YOU. Mira promised fiercely under her breath in a hoarse whisper as she was hauled away, only able to try snd twist herself no matter how it might pinch her eyes with the tears of pain, to look back upon Moonspear and pray they would follow her trail. She might've tried to howl were she not gripped around the throat, thus she could only trust her family's violent revenge or her own. And so the pair dissapeared from the glen.