Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she refuses gifts,

Her golden gaze was drawn to the soft thumping of the male's red tail, which meant to her that he was friendly. To his greeting, she flashed him a quick smile, turning her ears back in deference to the fellow who was likely a new addition to their pack. He had come at a time of change, when the heirarchy passed from the dark male who'd defeated Aningan and over to her mothers, who ruled now. With their new homeland and new title, they would move forward as a pack. 

Most of the pack businesses which were spoken of did not necessarily apply to Chacal. She figured her mother spoke mainly to the males of the pack when she referenced how they allowed ranks to be seized by challenge, but it seemed as though things might change. Fighting was not necessarily the only means with which to rise through the ranks; and Chacal was grateful for this. Fighting wasn't something she was interested in, and had only rose to the occasion of fighting once- in order to stop Regin from picking on Valravn. But she remained attentive to mothers' words, a devoted and loving follower.