Altar of Twilight I am bouncing off these walls

Sigh. Why did other wolves have to have such long, boring names? Dutifully, Alya filed the name away to be shared with Hydra at a later date, and stepped forward to give her own introduction, having been assuaged by Ben's mention of 'pretty wolves' and how she must be from that pack, considering her own exemplary features.

"Alya Ostrega," she introduced, pairing the prideful words with a demure smile. "I am from a pack of beautiful wolves - just over there," she explained, nose pointing primly toward Moonspear. "I'm a princess, actually."

Although no such title really existed at Moonspear, Alya considered herself and her identical siblings as such. Charon had always called them his little princesses, and no one had ever contridicted the assumption. The Cerberus, after all, had always gotten just exactly what she wanted. What was a princess, if not a girl that lived the life Alya did?

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she added, but what she really meant was, "Isn't it a pleasure to meet me?"