Neverwinter Forest I won't sleep tonight

Of course, he thought bitterly as he watched the pale woman stride confidently through the trees. She occasionally stopped to refresh a marker—tail arched high above her back. Something had shifted overnight, and the truth was spread before him like a neon sign drawing him in. Kjalarr was unable to keep his post, or unwilling, and it soured the budding relationship he'd formed with the pale King. His wife, the pale witch, now walked in his stead while carrying a mantle she, in his opinion, did not deserve. It was not jealousy that fueled these invasive thoughts, but the overwhelming feeling of wrongness that had permiated his heart ever since their family was broken by unfortunate happenstance. 

He was not a coward—he wasn't much of anything, truth be told, but he felt the urge to pick, probe, and prod at the newly crowned Alpha. Rian moved towards her with fluid movements, ghosting over the snows like a shadow, until he was within earshot. He threw his ears forward and cricked his tail so that it hung level with his back. Though he did not realize it, Rian was quickly becoming the most dominant of his siblings by a combination of teenage hormonal frustrations coupled with a realistic dose of what could only be described as PTSD. 

"Kjalarr promoted you." he rumbled. Rian kept his head level with is back, but his jade eyes were burning with anger. "Who even are you?"