Weeks had gone by since she'd met the little wretched prisoner who'd been allowed loose again. Weeks had gone by since she'd found out Orochi had returned to the island because he'd stormed her den and attacked her. Almost a month since she'd met the man painted a monster by her leader...something she still wanted to know more about. So many things needing to be aired out and voiced to the alphess...it was her job to ensure her pack was content and safe yes? So the General had risen from her den today and grabbed a piece of prey carrying to a nice spot within their temporary home before calling for @Hua. The anger and saltiness had faded by now but she was still discontent...she wanted to be ensured her voice would stop going unheard and that Orochi would be controlled before she had to do it herself.