Broken Boulder I don't know what you're expecting of me

Sorry!

It was new, this Sanctuary, as they called it. In Queenie's mind, the name made little sense; inside of a sanctuary, one was meant to be made safe and secure, but so far, she'd only felt like a burden. It wasn't her intent, spreading her melancholy amongst an otherwise happy folk, but it was hard not to. Unlike the others, Queenie and Delight were known beacons of tristesse who had no real place anywhere near the Bracken wolves, but nonetheless, they had been allowed to join their ranks, for which Queenie was inwardly grateful. 

Wandering around the territory was as close as Delight would allow her to come to sating her scouting needs so she got around to it as much as she could. Up ahead stood a wolf who she'd had yet to come across, but who intrigued her still. With a bit of apprehension, Queenie approached, huffing as she came closer.