Blackfeather Woods Some things never sleep

Yeah, Quiet isn't much for a dominant position anyway. She'd probably be submissive to everyone in DB

Quiet's nose twitched, the movement subtle compared the to larger dark wolf's sniffing as he came closer. The wolf, the spider-like mark on his shoulder clear to her, was of some importance within the Dark Brotherhood, or just the pack itself. Markings on the shoulder betrayed that knowledge to her without a word - just how she liked it. She, like him, stored his scent to memory, faintly recognizing it from the borders.

A small smile crossed her face and faded just as quickly as she nodded in response to his little joke. He was right, after all.