Neverwinter Forest Nobody Like You

Kroc first, as called. Then the flame. Krocs words were dismissed with the flick of an ear (though she could not behave as though she hadn't thought of it, to end it that way... But then she would not know for certain). It was meant well, and the leader did not wish to say anything. 

Her flame spoke next, and the ice wall nodded. 

She had spared the bitch. 

If the trespasser was sensitive, she could scarcely imagine their leaders more likely than not irrational reaction to a well-deserved death. It was a long time coming, and she had enough. 

To her mates words, she wrinkled her muzzle. But she knew he was right. 

So she looked to Kroc, and rumbles, “You will stay and lead while we go.” It was a test, of course. If the pack had not fallen to shambles come their return, Kroc would find herself appointed as Beta. 

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