Fox's Glade Serenity Ribbons

His answer satisfied her enough, and she found herself returning the look he gave her, content to share in the twisted humour. “New blood is more useful alive.” They were a pack who could hold their own, and she would let no one believe otherwise, but even a warrior like herself was not out for blood when it didn’t need to be spilled. Birk had been respectful and mannered, and she, in turn, knew the kind of attitude that deserved from her.

The shift when he spoke of her sister brought her ears to cup forward, and she nodded. “My sister. She’s a good wolf. A strong leader.” Desna had done more for her than she had ever earned or deserved, and she felt the weight of a deep and unshakeable loyalty to her. To hear her spoken well of brought the tug of a smile to her lips, and a glint to her fiery eyes.