Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

for @Wylla, because I cannot resist

There was a new scent within the borders of Diaspora. Maegi found it several days prior, sniffing along the edge of the territory. A female, a year or two older than herself. She had smirked; it seemed the mountain pack had no shortage of women in its ranks. Would Mahler court them all?

She followed the woman's trail idly, not necessarily seeking an introduction. . .but she would not be disappointed if there was one. The impulse to act as a leader, a shepherd, to greet all those who came—it was still very much ingrained in her mind, and terribly hard to stifle. It was Mahler's and Takiyok's duties to do that. For her part, she just needed to contribute and be loyal.

One day, she sometimes thought, a sentiment Maegi often quelled. No day. No day would come again when she ruled over a pack. She was utterly unfit for it.