King

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She hummed thoughtfully, unsure of how to phrase this. That may be true, she said, for she did not doubt her own intelligence (as selfish as the thought may be) and believed she may make for a good asset for any pack, assuming she could settle in and be rightfully respectful of the leadership over her head. I do not know the Plateau alphas, but have never felt a definite pull to the pack..? I cannot explain why, she said in the utmost of truths, knowing this sounded bizarre. Her expression furrowed accordingly. Amekaze remembered Ariston's words in particular.

Do you know Ariston? He is a fellow Plateau wolf I have met before, but not for a time, now.. she asked as she glanced to him, watching him adjust his place and so on. Amekaze had not so much as smelled Ariston anywhere lately; she had come to question if he was still living in the region at all, and the possibility almost pulled a frown onto her lips. Even so, she peered at her companion curiously, interesting in hearing his remarks on this.