Kintla Flatlands Devil may cry

The new arisements within the pack did not shake her well. Although, their internal rebellion seemed to be the closest she could get to the infamous silverlining. Damien's plan seemed to have too many holes, however, she would do nothing but cover them up. Besides, they did not need to worry. With Kove and possibly Potema, the Brotherhood was complete with the same opinion. If Burke did not willingly admit his mistakes and do right by the very foundations their pack was based upon, Damien would be unforgiving. She did not want to see Burke hurt at all, but she had to do what was best, like the man himself had taught her. 

She loped outside the territory, willing to catch whatever she could to satisfy her stomach and her family. Xan had been catching his own, but she worked to provide anyways. Often, she did not need to worry about her son, he simply adapted to the situation without much effort. Kove however, he was enraged. Well, at least at the whole Malice situation. However, that was an issue for later on. She snapped ou of her own deep thoughts only when a slender looking white female stood only a few feet away from her. A joiner? Or a scavenger, most likely. Either way, she was not in the mood (and probably wouldn't be for some while) for strangers and their problems. But she wasn't taking any chances. She barked at the female, unregarding to the fact they were technically not on claimed lands.

"What do you want?"