Whitefish River can you dig it?

With a seemingly wicked grin the chocolate woman swept through the lands on her dainty paws, traveling far and wide (cue pokemon theme song in my head) across Neverwinter. It had taken a while for adjustment and she still felt like the pack didn’t really know who she was but she was often busy scouting the lands looking at the territories and the other packs. After all she wanted to make sure that there weren’t any imminent dangers lurking just beyond their borders. Otherwise she would qualify as a horrible leader that did not deserve her title at all. It was when she came across the scent of her comrade that she was increasingly aware of where she wanted to go. Styx. She thought idly as her brain automatically allowed her feet to change direction towards him. That boy was a devilishly handsome one, a play at leading her own while not really doing so on purpose. Occasionally she would find herself worried that he would find someone else within the pack that was much prettier than she or had better leading skills but who was she kidding? She was the best, paws down. No butts about it. Styx couldn’t get any better than Katrina DeMonte-DiSarinno. “Where you going handsome?” she purred, dragging alongside him in her belief that he likely didn’t want the added company. However, she didn’t care at all. He was going to get the company whether he wanted it or not.