Northstar Vale Yestertempest

The corners of her ebon lips twitched into the beginnings of a subtle smile. “I hold nothing but respect for you, Warbone,” her calm, eloquent voice assured. She was fairly certain he’d always known that, though. Perhaps as a child she had been overly insistent on earning his affections, but entering maturity had resulted in a shift in her ideals.
 
Warbone embodied the type of wolf that she wished to see at the helm of whichever pack she belonged to. His utterly rugged, bear-like physique, combined with his demeanor and fierce nature commanded respect. She hoped to lead alongside a wolf like him someday, to find someone who would sire her strong, healthy children to carry on their legacy.
 
But she was not so naïve or wishful enough to believe it would be him. To expect such from someone who may as well have been a perfect stranger to her at that point was foolish. Perhaps, though, she would be able to realize her full potential under his rule. Perhaps his vale harbored others who shared similar characteristics.
 
“Calliope,” she reminded him after a beat of silence.