The yearling's pale eyes focused hard on his face, even if she didn't stand as the Alpha she still carried herself as the Queen she was. But despite her stoic mannerisms and her ice-cold glares she still showed a bit of sympathy for the wolf. Just because he had been there for almost as long as her. He had met Jinx and Lecter, he was not some retard who waltzed in thinking he was the shit. And besides, when she had been mourning for Jinx, he had given her his shoulder to cry on.
"Then let's get going" she barked while tipping her snout to the side. A little demon standing on her shoulder whispered curse words in her ears, it urged her to interrogate the male about his views on the new leadership. But she abstained, knowing that if she did their hunting trip would be ruined. She still had no idea of the blood ties the black bitch at the throne shared with her packmate.
And perhaps it was better that she did not know. Family had lost it's meaning the day her father had died. Without a mother to awkwoledge, and no more relatives (aside from her sisters) to turn to, she had decided that she was alone in the world. The only reason she still carried her last name was to honor her father. Her noble hero, Freud Moretti.
