Deepwood Weald Nothing but blue skies up above

Alkiva had followed what would soon be her alpha diligently while they traveled, taking time to strike up conversation with both him and the others so as to be as social within the future pack as she could be. If she were to lead them eventually, they would have to like her. Slowly, her paranoia about Kinvara taking her coveted position began to lift, but she naturally had hesitations about them coming across any other females. Secretly, she hoped, the other wolves they would meet along the way would be males. Not that she was interested in them, of course- she wanted a position by Zaavier's side, and might only use another male to test and see if he was jealous of her interactions with them. 

When they came to a wooded copse where the birds sang, Zaavier proclaimed that they would rest their on their journey to the land he wanted to claim. The woods were thick and calm, alluring and mysterious; Alkiva would have enjoyed going through the forest, as she could use it as an excuse to stick even closer to Zaavier and perhaps feign a fear or two just to gain a bit of caring reassurance from him. But for the time being, they would avoid the enchanting forest, traveling along its outskirts. 

She drew near him, and stretched her back luxuriously, first bowing down and stretching her forelegs before her and tilting her head back in pleasure before she leaned toward her front end, stretching out her hind legs, showing off her lean and fit form. "That sounds like a fine plan," She said, and she strode close enough to him to gently bump her shoulder against his. "Look at you, already keeping us safe from harm," She said, with a joking yet still admiring tone in her voice. She then turned to the other females, and flicked her ears forward. "All doing well?" She asked, showing her own level of concern for her future packmates.