The Heartwood i am not just some turnkey, miss starling

She nodded decisively, her suspicions against Tyrande mounting by the second. That Majesty had threatened her mate was a grave thing, though she believed they would work it out as wolves tended to do. Lecter would come out on top, of this she had no doubt. Majesty was younger and more spry, but Lecter had years of experience on his shoulders. The age of her mate was no doubt why she didn't immediately peg him as suited to the position of Beta instead of Majesty, although she was beginning to second guess that plan as well.

When asked what she did to relieve stress, the female grunted softly. “Nothing,” although that likely wasn't what the shaman wanted to hear. “I have allowed it to accumulate. One of these days, though...” She knew she couldn't hold it in forever. That day wouldn't come now, and not even for a few months... Though it would come.