Blackfoot Forest one they fear

*nabs*

 
It was the way of the wild. The strong would command, the weak would be crushed underfoot. Though the fact that a loner, not one of their own, had managed to topple Aaron from his throne worried her. She had found herself for a moment questioning her previous alpha's right to lead. The thoughts were fueled by anger, at her simmering anger at him that had been perpetually in the femme's mind since he had made to kill the coywolf and Amara had punished her for bring the halfblood to the borders. Minna had to such qualms against any creature, be it a coywolf, wolfdog, or coydog, but Aaron most certainly did. What could have led him to hate an entire species?
 
Their lands reeked of the new king, echoes of his howls on the air. But she had not seen this king just yet, and was curious. Her ties of loyalty to the alpha were forgotten in her anger, though it subsided by the day as she slowly sought to put it out of her mind and forgive him. But now, she tracked the new king through forest dark, the thick night air humming. Moonlight dappled the ground as she carefully followed his trail, marbled form slinking low over the ground. Her amber eyes gleamed when the moonlight caught them, as she crept closer and closer to where the male was. His deplorable scent was everywhere, and she could track him because of this.

When his huge black and white form finally came into view, Minna bit back a curse. He was huge, tough, and it was obvious he had beaten Aaron. She thought that she could catch a few wounds on his pelt, but he was largely unharmed. The petit femme stepped lightly out of hiding, growing apprehensive as she approached, though she did not show it. "Who, exactly, are you?" she asked him, evenly and without any of the anger of uncertainty she felt. Perhaps a bold question, providing she did little to submit and he had just defeated the strongest male in the pack.