Quote Rosethorn:<br/>Dartediia had been flying through the cloudbank when she heard the howl. A pack mate had something. She had to know what. Pulling into a dive she soared downwards until the last second when she let her wing spread catching her body a foot from the ground and sending it to glide back up. She flapped her wings twice to get over the trees then soared towards the dens. The darkening sky made her sleek figure seem even more ominous.<br/><br/>Landing with a gust of wind and a small thump her eyes fixed upon the prize. Why hadnâ€™t she caught it? She needed to kill it she thought. Growling lowly she dug her claws into the earth. She had landed beside Demos. He was handsome she thought suddenly, and then shaking her head she averted her gaze. As delta she needed a proper mate. Not an albino. Folding her large wings along her spine she scanned the gathering crowd. She was a fairly large female she thought proudly momentarily admiring herself before her eyes turned over the other females. There were few compared to the males. Her eyes wandered back towards the albino. It really was a shame he had been born an abomination. Turning her eyes back to the dragon before her she looked over its small body. It was young. Weak. Wings and feet had been torn off but it was unmistakably a dragon. â€œHow did you catch it?â€ She asked her eyes only for the proud looking male behind it. He could be a suitable mate she thought. Envy filled her eyes as she watched the small dragon writhe on the ground. She wished it had been her kill. If she had gotten a dragon she would have her choice of mates. She thought sourly.