Swiftcurrent Creek Snacks for launch day binging

It felt strange to deposit her scent readily on a claim held by other wolves, but it also felt right; several months of doing it in Grimnismal made it second nature to her, and she hadn't realized in the interim how out of place she felt to be keeping her peace and serving as the subordinate she was. She made no move to oppose Constantine's claim, however, and avoided those spots where his scent was heaviest. She couldn't help noticing that things seemed hastily tended, without the care one might expect from their lead, and her thoughts swirled.

Only for as long as it took for a voice to disrupt her. Her jet ears pressed down immediately. The only wolf she felt less like coming face-to-face with was Chusi, but at least with the omega, she could pull rank. Mahler was more active in the wider territory that she was; Wylla stuck to her haunts and spent all of her time with her daughter or hunting alone when she was away. What little pack there was left would know him better than her, and she couldn't pull the same tricks.

She was slow to turn, and when she did, she fixed him with a cool half-lidded stare. Instead of answering his question, she flicked her tail side to side and said, without context, "my life was threatened."