Porcupine Ridge Joining

As the Alpha female prowled forward, Diane instinctively shrunk back on the other side of Jhala. There was no reason for any attention at all to be paid to the Theta, but she did offer him a quiet, sympathetic whine as the large wolf appeared thoroughly embarrassed. That was an emotion she had become quite familiar with over the past week, and she identified with him briefly. It made her want him to be a part of the Ridge—someone newer than her!

It wouldn't make a difference, and from her delineated position, she tilted her head at the higher ranked females. Was a military wolf a good thing? She had heard the word before but wasn't keen on its precise meaning. Was he a good enough candidate here, at any rate? Surely, yes—if a fish out of water like her could get in... She didn't dwell on this too much, because the insecure side of her was cruel as to why Tagg had really let her stay.

Silently, Diane perked her ears, awaiting a verdict.