Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

"So what are your expectations?" Fox paused, rolling the question around in her head and taking some time to consider it. “Respect, when it is due. Regular contributions to the pack. Making yourself useful.” It seemed simple, innate, to Fox. She felt as if she had always known what she was expected to do for her pack. Perhaps somewhere along the lines it had gotten confused, and perhaps she was not always the best at being selfless, but she did understand its importance.

“And yours?” she asked of Kaihra. Obviously, this particular lady had some very specific ideas on what she wanted in a leader. Either that or she was just suspicious of everybody. Fox wasn't sure which of those was true, but in either case, Fox did want to know what her followers expected out of her. Perhaps it had been a mistake she had made back in Swiftcurrent Creek.