Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

Rigr sunk lower to the ground, and Saena's lips curled approvingly. Yet there were still two factors playing against him, and next she sought to test those. The males of Duskvale thus far were perfect subordinates, well behaved and well aware of who was in charge of them. As such, elaborate displays of dominance were not required on the part of the leaders, which was exactly as Saena wanted it. Her subordinates were like her children, and all were subservient to the parents, and that was how she wished to see Duskvale unfold. Discipline would be the only time such measures were necessary, and the injured she-wolf needed to know that Rigr could fold when pushed.

Of course, all wolves had limits, so she would push him only once. Repeated pushing was bullying, and any wolf that couldn't stand up to the bullying of its fellows was destined to be an omega wolf. So far, Duskvale had no such wolf, nor a real need for one. There would be no tensions to dissolve.

She limped the last few feet to Rigr's side, where she rigidly stood for a moment before, with a swiftness that caused all of her wounds to scream, she rounded on him. She made an effort to hook her forelimbs around his thighs and hoist herself up on his rump, assuming he didn't move away—not sexually, but authoritatively. In the past, Saena would never have dreamed of attempting to mount a subordinate. The whole thing seemed so awkward and unnecessary. But with her heart opened to her instincts, she suddenly wanted to mount them, more to gauge their reactions than anything else. Rigr was a loner on her turf, and she felt she had every right—though he could be unpredictable and whirl about and bite her for the transgression, and she would deserve it, too—so she tried, not knowing whether it would go well at all.