King Elk Forest oh, i just can't wait to be king!

Well, Queenie began with a sigh, my father, sorta known as Daddy Bruce, had a monopoly over the territory we'd been living in. Only issue was, he wasn't the only one who thought ownership was his. This was the first time she'd ever spoken about the business aloud, and though it was nerve-wracking, she knew that it had to be done.

There were no packs, not like there are here, but we had families — you were in the right family, you lived at the top. The wrong family, and well... Queenie sucked in her teeth and cocked her head, figuring Delight got the message. It was only the tip of the iceberg, but it was enough for Delight to get the gist. Should he keep digging, there were more than enough stories waiting to be told, but not freely; some prodding would need to be done.