Troubles

There was something jarring about the way Majesty initially claimed Lecter didn't deserve his respect and then concluded that he held his rank because he deserved to have it, but she made no comment on it. Instead, she made a mental note to keep a close eye on the males. It was, she knew, not a personal affair that Lecter should treat Majesty as beneath him. Being wolves, hierarchy was their life, their blood and soul, and they all inherently understood it, even if they didn't believe they did.

“Thank you,” she replied simply, allowing him to go with a gentle flick of her snout in dismissal. She knew Lecter could be abrasive, and she would speak with her mate eventually to learn exactly what was said and done, but she was a blatant nepotist. The word of her husband and mentor exceeded the word of all others, whether they were right or not, and Majesty was on the short end of that stick in this scenario, unfortunately.

When he had departed, she began to meander back toward the mountain, but ended up taking a detour to the hot springs. Jinx had always found the steam that rose off them calming, and would lay in their embrace for a short while to think.