Blackfeather Woods The Wild Hunt [pack hunt]

The moment her mother urged them up, Potema's eyes shot open. A hunt! Their first hunt! She jumped upwards and chased after her brother Cicero, who leapt up just as quickly. The princess sat by her mother, waiting for the rest of the wolves to arrive. Quite a few came, most she recognized. A black male, who was there during the storytime, and the black female. A white man, who looked eerily like the black one came forth and spoke to the two other adults. Potema stared at this one for a while; he had not been there during the last pack gathering. Was he a new wolf?

But the princess froze when the tan wolf came. Defiant and angry as always, he strode by the black female and situated himself there, snarling at the other males. Potema frowned at him, though his eyes were not focused on her at all. She had a strange hatred for the man, despite his one slight towards her. Any wolf who defied her in such a way had to be hated, for who would do that to the Night Queen's daughter?