Sleepy Fox Hollow Run, run lost boy

Wow, this one had a lot to learn about leading a pack, didn't she? How could they expect to settle anywhere if they continued to harass anyone they came across? Or maybe that was just this woman's way. Either way, Simmik thought it funny how prideful she was—she would be sure to use that to her advantage should this become physical. And to be spewing so much shit while injured? Not smart. 

Even with the threat and the warning away from Donovan, which she would ignore if she ever decided to forgive him, she stared at the woman with cold boredom, not willing to let her rile her up. She at least cared about her pack's reputation, and as she thought before, she wasn't interested in obtaining injuries so far from home. Of course, she would protect herself if needed. 

But then Monarch! How long had it been she had been called that? And the voice was mostly unfamiliar. The man was at her side, and she would recognize him anywhere even now that he had shed the softness of childhood. She wanted to hug him too and ask him a million questions, but that would have to wait. This nuisance needed to be dealt with first. Nemisis was just leaving, she told him, not letting any of her previous emotion show. Her fiery gaze moved from her brother to the impulsive woman. 

It was then that she saw the other wolf in the background, and her stony gaze moved to the woman. It was clear whose side she was on, which could potentially make things more difficult. But Simmik wasn't going to make the first move, she wasn't stupid, and she wanted this to end without bloodshed, especially now that her brother was involved.