Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

Presuming they both got along with Sol in our current threads. <3 Congrats to Fox! Solène is trying to assert herself here but she will submit where appropriate to put her in her current (post-shuffle) rank of Zeta. =)

Solène was not privy to the warning that Jinx issued to Fox; she arrived a mere instant after its quiet utterance, her silver form held tightly in a submissive stance. She still moved with grace and quiet confidence, but it was the confidence and surety of a woman who knows her place in the world. She had no intention of challenging the howl of leadership that Fox had sent into the air in the wake of Lethe's death, and every intention of following the petite female.

Fox was interesting, and not for the first time, Solène was gleeful that it was a woman at the pack's helm, and another female apparently assuming second-in-command as well. Back home, it was all men's politics and mechanations, with women used only as pawns in their masculine schemes. It was not impossible that Solène could see herself rising in the ranks, for reasons of her own merit, and not as her uncle's puppet. The prospect was delicious.

"You 'ave my loyalty, impératrice Fox," was Solène's greeting and oath all at once. She regretted that the Alpha's lack of French made it necessary to address her in English. It was not a beautiful tongue, even in her rolling accent, and it was too plain to address kings and queens. Solène dipped her head to Jinx and then, much deeper, to Fox. Her tail twitched in a nervous wag as instinct bid that she should find her place within the newly-disorganized ranks; she knew she stood beneath the tawny Alpha and the ivory Jinx, who might or might not have been asserting herself as Beta, and something within the Frenchwoman said that she ought to claim the space directly beneath them, by virtue of asserting herself to any that arrived after her. A bit uncertainty, the girl stood in a defensive pose, posting herself as guard at Fox's side. The dark salt-and-pepper fur along her nape and spine stiffened as she contemplated if she might win a rank in this fashion.