Cara's rise to power and Jinx's spititual death had stirred strange feelings in the yearlings mind, while she kept having recurring dreams about her beloved Queen where she heard her voice and saw her face in the clouds she didn't much of it, except that her strange and unexplicable sightings were nothing but part of the grievieng process. She was aware of the crude obsession she had developed for the snow coated Alpha but she didn't see it as something that would cloud her judgement so she simply refrained from mentioning it.
Hearing her idolatrized Alpha was one thing but hearing the voice of her most dreaded enemy she had thought dead was another. When Majesty's voice reached her ears she felt the blood circulating around her veins turn to ice, a wave of desbelief and the thought of having picked up on Jinx's maddening illness crept up her spine.
No that was impossible; she had no way of contracting Jinx's rabies --nor could it be possible for the brown brute to be alive.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her paws tearing up the ground as she flew over her precious lands to meet the ressurected rival. The sight of him was enough for the new Frost Queen to curl her lips into a nasty frown, he may be far from her reign but she wouldn't allow him another step without talking to him first.
"Look whose decided to stop playing dead" she spat as she neared the brute, her eyes scanned his face, stopping briefly at his distinct torn ear. There was no doubt he was indeed the traitor that had betrayed her and the pack for the petty dream of having his own set of followers. But all that he had gotten was the hatred of all the neighbouring packs and subordinates as incopetent as him.
"Did you get tired of the Isle and run out on them too?" she snarled while raising her tail over her back. She was the Alpha now, and nothing would stop her from enforcing her newly recieved authority.
