That Crazy Old Hag

Meldresi complied, backing as much as she could, legs shaking visibly. The Queen kept her eyes on both wolves, though her wariness were all for naught; she could barely fight even if she tried. The woman watched with interest the wolf that accompanied the loud, angry, silver male. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought the wolf a statue, or a snake hidden in the grass, ready to strike. The second metaphor seemed more appropriate. A pity he came to the Valley instead of Blackfeather Woods.

Despite her injury and sickness, Meldresi felt her hackles raise slightly at the silver wolf's insults to her children. "Insulting children to their mother's face is never a wise thing to do." She hissed, in no position to remedy his insolence. "I am at the very least pleased to hear that they made an impression to their guardians." She expected such a thing to occur, from Damien at least. He was a lazy, spoiled thing from birth, after all. Potema was a bit of a surprise, but the girl was just as feisty as her brother when provoked.

She was unimpressed as the wolf strode forward, drawn to his full height, growling threateningly. Her mate was a larger wolf than he and she had lived with more intimidating wolves by far for almost a year now. The woman stared him down, unwilling to flinch or look away, even as she heard Scarlett running towards them, pleading with the silver wolf, Raziel to leave her alone. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Scarlett submissively licking Raziel's cheek. Was he her mate now? What had become of Kove? "Had Scarlett been in the same state as mine on my doorstep, I would have helped her just as she did for me."