Noctisardor Bypass When the days are cold

The days after being appointed to her new position were not much different than those before. Perhaps the respectful tilts of her pack members' heads were the only change. 

It was Gwen's smooth call that had her aids flickig to attention. Whatever it was she wanted to speak with her about, it was important. She headed quickly towards the Empress, her mind wandering back to what it meant to be Segundo.

As the fae's ivory pelt came in to view Semira let out a light chuff and waved her tail in greeting. Her words were respectful, but inside she was nearly jumping up and down. "Yes?" A wolf like her needed purpose, it was the whole reason she wanted the job in the first place.