A brief flutter of butterflies flooded her chest as the female pronounced her name so naturally, she assumed Mordecai had spoken about her when he accepted the rusty female into the ranks. Now, wheter he had spoken badly of her was still unknown, while the female's face did not portrey worry it didn't show much, aside from her corteous smile Cara had no way of reading the female.

Feeling like a true celebrity, the Spine Queen nodded slightly whilst parting her lips to reveal a saisfied smile. "In the flesh" she barked with a small gesture of her tail, the thought of having loyal followers again excited her. Vectra was long gone and Keith.. well he was off her map now.

The shower of praise was not yet over, the sublte words of adoration for her and the title she wore on her head made the pale yearling only lift her head higher. She was a vain creature that fed of the praise and admiration of others. Narcissitic you may call it, Cara would simply shrug it off.

"Aren't you a dear!" she exclaimed at last, waving her tail over her back in a joyful yet dominant manner, "Harlyn darlin' if all wolves could be like you my life would be much simpler" she barked, amused at her own cleverness with the wordplay of the female's name.

"Did you already get a tour?" she asked then, tilting her head slightly as she waited for her response. If she hadn't then the Spine Queen would be more than eager to show her the wonders her beloved Queen,Jinx, had once shown her.

What the other female thought of her was not important to her in reality, as long as she kept greeting her with kind words Cara was fine. Her judgements would not be somthing that would move the yearling's heart -- they were unspoken criticism that would not wake any emotion in the female unless they turned into spoken words. Then they would have a problem.

So now, as her judgemental comments slid down her pelt like raindrops in a storm the young Queen poised her eyes upon the other's face, indulging her friendly expressions like a gift that had been ripped off her hands not so long ago. Vectra had been her only friend, and would probably continue to be that way considering the cheeky female that was adorning her with praise was silently judging her on the inside.

"Ah", she barked simply, wondering if the man had even thought of filling the newcomer's head with vile lies about her. Though they had not had any altercation (yet) she was unsure what he would be capable of.

"It's a beautiful place isn't it" she mused aloud, trying to get the conversation to flow elsewhere, "Who else have you met, Harlyn?" she asked then reviewing in her mind the possible faces there where to encounter at the Spine.
Sitri, the quiet beast that had grown tired of being opressed.
Kaname, the mysterious man that swimmed through the shadows of the Spine (and her heart)

Mordecai was not the topic in question and if she could help it wouldn't be. She had no reason to discuss such matters with anyone other that Mordacai-- and her so loyal companion Kaname. Aside from them, (or just Kaname really) all other wolves were set out in a different circle.

She might've been trying to swoon her with her words before -- and it had worked. But no matter how many times she bowed down to her and kissed her feet, she would not get Cara to spill the beans. Information was something she was exceptionally greedy with -- even more than her own food.

"Oh Sitri" she barked, her femenine features twisting into a light smile, "He was there before us all; Mordecai, me, everyone really" she barked thoughtfully, out of all the wolves that had filled the ranks of Silvertip, Sitri was the most antique one that remained presently with them. All the others had sadly died, vanished or turned against them.

"He doesn't talk much, but he does a lot of thinking. He's one of the good guys" she added finally, rememberig his undivided devotion to Jinx, and his gentleness. He had been also the one that had killed the stupid bitch that had taken over so rashly, so that certainly gave him a lot of points.

She stared hard at the female as she began to give her view on Sitri, in spite of not being close to him Cara was fond of the guy. He had been nothing but loyal when all of the other pieces around started to crumble. She had seen him in his death bed and felt terrified at the thought of watching him die.
Many, Cara herself included, could argue that she didn't have a heart for anything that didn't affect her. But they, as well as herself, had been proven wrong as soon as tears streamed down her face at the instant of the battle.

"They aren't", she agreed. Though she had been a major instigator of such stereotypes and had classified many if not all of her contact under those tags she had begun to catch small glimpses of 'grey' in her all-white & black spectrum.

"He's gentle, yes, also devoted and smart" she barked softly, as a little smirk stretched across her features. It was funny how when she had first met him, the adjetives 'gentle' and 'smart' would have never crossed her mind, yet today they fitted him perfectly.
Maybe there was more to a book that just its cover.

The traits mentioned, as valuable as they were did not seem to have the same effect on Cara. While she thought of herself as deviously smart and passionately devoted, she lacked the gentle nature the giant brute seemed to carry underneath his scars. Her constant struggle to keep her head afloat, even when being just a child, had forged her spirit into a tight mold of jealousy.
Not for Sitri's strenght, but for his heart.

Suddenly, the female steered the conversation into a deeper place. Cara, rested her eyes on the Cinderloch's face, tracing the outlines of her eyes to see the sincerity in them. For a moment, the scene of the pleading female reminded her of her own pledge to Jinx. "Give your life to it, Harlyn -- not me or Mordecai, but to the Spine on it's own" she barked, feeling the strenght of her eyes pierce through the other's own eyes.

Her advice, was in fact Cara's own game plan. All along, since the fall of her beloved Queen she had lived true to that statement. She had learned that leadership was the highest point of the rock, but the most unstable one as well -- she had seen so herself after riding her own rollercoaster in and out of it, before and after Ptarmigan's entrance to the picture.

The brief moment during which their eyes interlocked was both comforting and relieving for the young female. She had thought that for a moment, the tawny colored female hesitated, especially since what Cara -- the superficial darling child of the Ouroboros -- was proposing was completely unmaterialistic and selfless.

With her dainty features curved into a smile, she took a step forward and craned her neck to reach the Cinderloch's cheek with her own nose. It was a gesture not only of approval, as a leader, but also as a potential friend.
After all those who shared her ideals would recieve in turn nothing less than her support.