Deep within the ruined, icy castle, the Primal Rose, herself, is prowling around, for prey, her senses, comparable to a pack of wolves, all in one, her wooden club-like hammers, in hand, as she lets out a faint, animalistic growl. "GRR!! Intruders!! Me crush intruders!! Hunt, feast, meat!!" Amy muttered, drooling faintly, at the thought of hunting down, the intruders, and feasting on their raw meat, like a true beast, panting in an animalistic manner, as she does.