Sleeping Dragon You could be a king, but watch a queen conquer

He was larger than she but that mattered little, she was used to that. It was true that in her rather challenging pack she would end up at the end of the food chain. Most here were stronger and fiercer than she, not to say she wouldn't fight for her position if need be. It was only logical to assume she would lose it to one of these larger wolves. 

He was attractive, as was the other male she had met. The standards of her natal pack had been odd though, being raised with her brothers she had been taught that no man was worthy of a woman unless he could beat her in combat. She wouldn't truly be interested in either unless they defeated her in a true battle, one for rank. 

Her stance remained neutral, she never bothered enforcing dominance. She approached him shyly, tail wagging still as she sniffed him over. It was the way of canines to investigate with their nose and she did just that, familarizing his scent in her memory. 

He had yet to speak which didn't bother her, she was rather quiet herself. She found the need to speak now though, which was rare enough. She usually didn't bother with words if she could help it. "I'm Lorne," she rasped, her voice husky with misuse.