Whitewater Gorge new pack on the block

So many questions, the queen liked it. There seemed to be a lot going on inside the young male's mind. The more time she spent with the boy, the lesser she believed this was truly one of the same pack as the insane girl. This boy seemed anything but a killer. What was he doing in such a grim place? There are ranks, but no-one abuses their rank. She explained. Not even the aplha pair wanted all the power, they just wanted their followers to be safe. Yet came another question. That's a good question... She said, clearly in deep thought. Perhaps it was respect that made the others listen, but that was such a lame answer to give. 

What makes a pup listen to it's mother? What prevents them from running off and getting killed? She asked. She was going to answer her own questions to make her point though. I think it's because they know they won't survive all on their own. It's the same with older wolves. Lone wolves are often underfed and mother nature will eventually take their souls. I think it's that what keeps my members loyal, though I could be wrong.

Their conversation went on, but not all her questions were answered this time. The pack in Blackfeather Woods was definitely the Dark Brotherhood, the pack that the insane girl had talked about, she knew. Was he not aloud to answer her question about peace? Didn't they want to live in peace? She decided to ask again. And peace? Are you all capable of having peace?

The next sentence that came out of the young boy's mouth explained why he was in such a grim pack despite not looking like a brute. He was born there. Of course, that explained a lot. No, young'un, I am from far away. I was... Sent away for something terrible and stumbled upon this land. She didn't want to tell a lot about her former life and her former self. She was banished for killing her mother, a true crime. But the queen that now stood eye to eye with the young boy wasn't the same wolf anymore. She had changed, she had seen the flares, the twinkles in the sky.