Blackfeather Woods Into The Darkness.... Or Not

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Everything seemed wrong. Her heat had passed, but not before Kove had reached her. The days that followed were.. interesting. She no longer felt the need to eat, the mere thought of rabit nearly made her sick. Yet, the next day, she would be hungry beyond compare, her stomach growling louder than she could. Her daily run of the borders soon turned in to a slow walk, for nearly every five seconds did she feel the need to pee. Besides that, she would spend most of her time with her aquired daughter, Qil. It was a more docile position than she had aimed for when the changes of leadership occured. Yet, she could not complain. No matter her acting role within the pack, she was still the biggest bitch on the block, and with her unknown pregnancy hormones, that attitude only increased. 

She stepped away from the nursing den, as Qil slept soundly. It was her only chance to get a sliver of peace before the girl arose and began the daily fight for milk. As she walked, her nose picked up the rather odd scent of a.. thing, nearby. "Scamp's" presence and purpose had been unknown to her, otherwise she would have called into question why she was not informed that Damien had aquired his own personal minion. 

She approached the male, her stance quite regal and her eyes the familiar cold edge to it. It did not matter the creatures loyalty to Damien, it would submit to her for she was equal in power to Damien's authority. "Who are you?" Her voice was anything but pleasent, a hint of judgement but also an underline of command, for all those under her would learn to respect her superior place, even if it did not fit them to do so.