The Heartwood thunderstruck

Last for me!

Traditional displays of dominance and testing boundaries were exchanged between the two females. He had no doubt Zharille would enforce her status, and she did. But Sovereign came from a strong blood line, as did he. He watched, as she begrudgingly submitted to the older woman.

She was young. Younger than him. But not nearly enough to be considered a whelp. He would look out for her. Keep her in his sights. As Zharille grazed him with a nip of teeth and a brush of fur, he feigned indifference on Sovereigns behalf.

If she understood their bond as well as he did, she would see past his cloak. He turned away to go on patrol duty.