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Being a mother was perhaps the hardest thing Malice had ever done. Sure, it had its moments, but sometimes those little devils were just a bit too much. Not to mention she was the only female in the den. The Lady awoke because of a kick in the stomach of one of the dreaming boys, and she sleepily blinked her eyes open. Same morning as yesterday, and the day before that. Perhaps it was time to go out for today. Being stuck inside a place for too long wasn't that awesome for a former prisoner. She'd come back, she promised, but this was just her day. She quickly rushed over the borders, like every morning, and then jumped in the river, swimming to the other side. She swiftly shook her coat out, the water droplets glimmering in the morning sunlight. She looked around for a bit, settled upon a direction and then ran off. 

She gracefully trotted through somewhat familiar land, yellow orbs staring at the tangles of wilderness around her. Wasn't this where she had met Charon? She had not yet found the man he was chasing down, and so did not feel to seek him out, but a scent stopped her. The faint voice of a female rang through the air, and her ears twitched. It smelled like Moonspear. Could Charon have sent out more scouts to look for the man? She didn't mind one wolf looking, but so many Moonspear wolves here meant they needed food and shelter, and that she'd have to run into some eventually.

She turned around, facing the direction she thought the voice had come from, and started walking. After a few moments she saw two pelts, one too familiar to be true. She gasped, her squinted scarred eye opening just a little more to really see who was standing before her. She frowned, nodded, and then turned around to leave them alone. Judas had found a better life, she shouldn't ruin it now. Issun was different...