King Elk Forest i've always been this blunt

Your what? Queenie asks, trying to silently runback the term; alpha was much easier to remember. Yeah, I can fight. Or at least, she thought she could. If the opportunity was ever to arise, Lord knows how she would do. This time around, her attempt at joining had been much more successful which Queenie was quite glad about. No small talk, all business, and rather than leaving, she had been accepted it seemed. Anything else you need? 

Some packs liked wolves who could double up on trades which Queenie didn't necessarily mind, but she'd like to know before getting herself caught in a workload she didn't ask for.