There never was one

There was an inherent comfort in being joined by a rational creature. So few of the wolves who had found their way to her mountain were of the rational sort. Some of them, such as Mordecai, were proving themselves very capable of living by the rules of their species, but most of them seemed intent on breaking Silvertip's rules whenever possible. She hoped inwardly that with the ousting of Majesty and the upcoming meeting to call out his behaviour, it would end.

She forced her thoughts away, smiling at her newest members' straight-forwardness. “It wasn't much of a party,” Jinx admitted, though perhaps that was because she had expected some sort of resistance to her settling here. The pack's beginning had been exceptionally quiet. The party might have come had the warrior in her been called to arms, but that had only happened against her own wolves thus far, and one coyote who hardly counted.

“What do you aspire to, now that you are here?” the Alpha queried, leading them on a path that she knew ended at the edge of a glacial stream.