Nova Peak a mountain in my hand, my hand

It was a side to Bazi that had taken a full year to forge. She had re-claimed top spot at Scimitar's request, this time without any illusions about what it meant to lead. When shit hit the fan, yours was the final word - breeding rights and titular honour were your compensation. It was something Bazi had been slow to realize, and the road to understanding had been a humbling one. Wolves like Falwasi had stood by the pack through thick and thin, weathering the leadership's bumbling with grace and patience in equal measure.

"He does. It makes you really sick - did you know? - and he gets the honour of hearing all about it." Bazi grinned and shook her head. "It's a good thing he doesn't talk much. I don't think I want to hear what he thinks about me after this pregnancy." The wind picked up, and the Alpha shut her eyes to enjoy the cold, utterly relaxed in Falwasi's company. "Isn't it strange, that almost all of us are children of kings and queens? I don't think I would have left home if it weren't for the fire." A practied lie, though Bazi scarcely remembered that it was one. "Why did you leave home?"