Lion Head Mesa 新月 new moon

She was still young, but she was perceptive and intelligent; she knew this moment was a big one. 

Her mother said her name and the name of her sister. She formally introduced them to the rest of the wolves gathered—some she recognized and some she didn't. Of all the words said, Ash hung on one in particulsr: princess. She and her sister's were princesses. She had heard herself called that many times and it was how she referred to herself. It was an important title, at least she had suspected it was once she was old enough to start putting things together. 

She stared silently up at her father for the first time. He commanded the room even though his mother was the one who had introduced them. Why had she not seen him before now? It filled her with an uncertain feeling she couldn't name. 

It was pushed away, though. She knew certain behavior was expected of her, even now. She smiled softly at her father and then turned to look at the members who had gathered just to meet them. The princess smiled angelically at them too. She would remain in place until directed to do something else. She realized then that she liked being the center of attention.