Redtail Rise Royal March

To say she listened attentively would be...well, false. It wasn't that she wasn't sincere, wasn't loyal, but only that her time around wolves, wild wolves, had been limited, and her attention wandered from them, to the other wolves arriving, to an odd creature scampering along a distance away, to anything new that demanded her attention. She was young, and carefree, and had a very limited attention span. But that did not mean she was stupid, and she wondered how Aspen's and Harley's tales of royalty and a great kingdom would be received by not only the wolves following them, but those who may reside around the land they might claim.

But for know she would follow, learn of this wonderful new land she suddenly found herself in. Perhaps this would prove a poor venture, for she was not familiar with the traditional structure of packs and their own customs. But this was new, a chance to learn and adventure, and she felt confident in her decision to follow-

Oh, look. A raccoon, it seemed, was blundering about a short distance from the rest of the party. Would it make a meal? Alas, Ayla was not the best hunter from her short stay in captivity and did not pursue the potential food.