Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

After leaving the coast, Queenie had made a point to explore the mountain range she had initially come through. The first time passing by, she'd been on the run and didn't pay attention to the details of the landscape. Now, on her second round, she could see just how much had been missed. The view from atop the mountain was like nothing she'd seen before; its beauty came second to only one thing, and that was the way the world looked when she sat upon her throne back at home. Then, Queenie had been seeing through the lens of power, and now she was watching powerlessly. 

Everything had been left behind, but the weight of what she had done didn't hit her until that moment, standing at the top of the world.

Queenie took a deep breath and turned back to start heading back down the mountain (she wasn't a fan of thinking, especially about topics like this) but her attention was stolen by the slight glint of light in the mouth of a cave. She cocked her head curiously and took a few slow steps forward. 

C'est pas correct, non. Queenie looked at her father with clear disappointment in her eyes. Pas correct pour vous, mais je l'aime papa. It was hard to get him to change his mind on matters like this, but Queenie knew she had to try. Bruce scoffed and turned his shoulder to her, his attention now back on the wolfess licking affectionately (and submissively, as if to cater to the pride of her owner) at his maw. Si je te revois avec elle, je tuerai la.

Oh, I didn't... Queenie took a step back, afraid that she was intruding on the stranger, and began to walk away.