Whitefish River can you dig it?

The pack she felt was steady, normal like it was supposed to be. They were small in numbers compared to the packs that her mother and father had led many years ago but it was a good size for her. It was easy to manage and with everyone pitching in to conduct themselves in such a manner, she felt pleased with the experience. Of course, she also had her worries about Styx and that something would go wrong in their plan but she constantly kept her hopes up that none would come. For now, their ideas were sound and strong and it was all she could ask for. Whether she liked it or not, she wanted to lead beside Styx because he was comforting… even if he was annoying ninety-nine percent of the time. Shrugging her shoulders as to if she missed him and then watching him frolic in front of her, she felt her cheeks burn. She hated the way he made her feel, usually. The way she felt completely and hopelessly stuck to him… but how could she deal with it? “It’s… new,” she mentioned with a shrug, “Lawless is apparently a, uh, nephew of mine? He’s apparently somewhat worried about Turq? Thought, he didn’t really explain why. Any reason why he might be?” It was the only question she had in regards to the ones in the pack but at least she brought it up. Maybe he had an opinion.