Sunbeam Lair Why are we tomorrow

The howl rang out and echoed in the cream's skull. It reminded Menta of the task she had decided was overly important - relaying the message from Heda to her dark leader, the latter whom she had not seen or smelled in days. And so it was with this false sense of urgency that the female wolf moved briskly towards the source of the howl, not paying attention to which pack members may also be nearby doing the same or truly any sights and smells around her.

Until she pulled up to the sight of Asterr and the dark shadow that lingered beside her. The sight of him was enough to jolt her into an unexpected and abrupt stop - he held his body posture high and dignified, declaring a sense of ownership and pride that didn't mentally go over well with the cream wolf. Menta had knownt that Asterr discouraged physical manifestations of subordination around her - something she had yet to truly accept for even herself, her body meek in anticipation of reuniting with thedark female - but the display still spoke poorly of the male to the ever obedient cream wolf.

Still, Asterr seemed patient and steady - that was enough for Menta to simply stand there and do no more, her golden eyes switching from cooly observing the male to lighting up as she moved it over to her leader. The Italian forced a smile and gave a couple wags of the tail, message and mission forgotten until there was an explanation. She trusted Asterr - she trusted all authority in general, in both positive and negative contexts - and knew there had to be a rational explanation for this stranger in pack lands.