"There is always another war. Peace is not for my lineage apparently, we've all come from darkness and trouble. Unfortunately, with Lucayas increased wanting of turning her family and pack members, I see she is preparing for the inevitable. A war, with who I'm not sure yet, but she seems to be preparing. My daughters are safe for now, but there is an evil trapped in the mountain. Lucaya and I agreed to marry off my daughters to Princes of their choosing from Amberbjorne and Dawnshire. They accepted, each having a Prince from both packs to choose from. Wisteria picked the Prince from Dawnshire, and Yesimire picked one from Amberbjorne. Wisteria however on their wedding night was raped by her past suitor before she even made it home. His trial was not long ago, and Lucaya sealed him away forever in here. Had his mother not spoken out against him, had they claimed his innocence . . . Lucaya would have commanded war against Amberbjorne."Wherever there is a pack, war follows." The words rang in her head as the stared at him. The very words that he'd spoken before she'd changed him. She hadn't had a second to respond to these words, but she believed them true. Vladimir's poor daughter... no woman deserves to be ransacked like some bag of meat. Luckily, they had put the man away, the monster back into the shadows he belonged in.

As the woman watched him sink his teeth into the rabbit, the woman couldn't help but smile. Revna remembered back on the time as a newly born vampire, she couldn't get enough blood in her system to be satisfied. With older wolves, she presumed it might be easier. Having stocked up on enough food to keep him comfortable, the woman wrapped her ringed tail tightly around her forepaws. "Thank you, Revna." His words echoed in her mind. "You should eat too, don't let me hog everything you've hunted for." Shaking her head and producing a small laugh, Revna cast her roses upon the man. "No, thank you Vladimir. I'm alright. You need fuel. Vampirism, when first turned, you can't get enough into your system. You drain it all - which is why I've stocked you on enough for now." The iron maiden spoke, a smile resting on her lips.

Thinking back to what he had said earlier, the woman pondered it. "I'm sorry about your daughter. No maiden deserves to be subjected to such a matter. There are monsters in this world. Vampires? Not one of them. These monsters have infected minds, minds that focus purley on rage and violence. No morals. How is your daughter doing now? Better yet, how are both of them doing? I can't imagine how much strength she'll need to get through that." Her voice was sympathetic, knowing that fathers would tend to beat themselves up about this subject. Especially since Vladimir seemed to be close with his daughters. The woman stood, moving herself a bit closer to Vlad before perching next to him, their fur slightly brushing together. "As for war, you no longer have to plan alone. I'll help in any way that I can. I'll be right by your side, and we'll win this war. Hawthorne has numbers."