Emberwood Not The Plan

Accepting his answer as a good one, she loped off after him in a pace that kept her wounds from being hurt but also placed her two or three feet from his flank. He spoke of Grace next, and again she accepted his words.
        "I understand, ALPHA."
She called him by the title she would have to get used to, intrigued by the word itself. She'd never before BOWED to another wolf, despite having joined a few packs in her time. None had showed her the respect she so desired, nor flamed her vanity, both of which Warbone had done today. It was worth a shot and if it didn't work out, well, the road was always accepting. As for Grace, well, that was already handled. She was not sure when or if her adopted daughter would be leaving the maple wood, but she intended on staying close. Shed scented her in the emberwood, faint and stale, but there. That meant she could leave the borders, and they already had a meeting planned.