Thunder Dome House of Gold

As the Alpha presence made herself aware, her body dipped, an automatic submission to authority. If she wanted any chance at being granted a spot in their ranks, respect was always to be shown. To her surprise, the Alpha was not hostile, yet not purely soft either. From past experiences, this was an odd trait, yet she was grateful to be in such a presence than a less acknowledging one. 

"My name is Iris," She spoke, careful not to meet the Alpha's eyes. It was a well known fact that to meet one's eyes was to show challenge, which was the last thing she wanted. "I ask humbly to join the ranks of your pack, if you have an opening at all," But it was not all talk, she lived up to standards and refused to accept the horror of unaccomplishment. To not fulfil the expectation of a pack was her worst nightmare, the thought gave her chills. 

While she had been a flighty thing, experiences had changed her. Most days she found herself with a determination to survive rather it just be a day to day cycle. It was odd, yet she strived to fulfil than to plainly lay limp as the days went by. This was her shot at redemption for all she had done wrong and new beginning for her moral journey.