Bearclaw Valley so apropos,

Getting the chance to spill her history endeared her toward Rala; having a captivated listener for her tale of betrayal and woe, and her rise to success always empowered her. The woman seemed to understand the value of having outsiders strengthen the pack through marrying and diversifying the genetics- and it sounded as though she spoke from experience. 

"Abtholutely. Out-thiderth bring thtrength, an' detherve equal opportunity. She said. While she was attracted to the notion of having an heir, she knew any true heir for the role of Regina would be earned, and it would not be something that blood would influence. That pack we grew up in? She intoned, We went back, a couple month-th ago. Gone. Perhaps it was not what Rala had meant by a pack suffocating within their own bloodlines- but their choices had not led to success. 

Names, absolutely, pleased the proud woman. The words rolled like smoothe stones, lightly percussive in nature, and with the absence of sibilance, she was indeed enticed to learn them. Desire showed in the pricking of her ears, and light tilt of her head. Enraptured, she gestured with a jut of her chin. Thay that one again for me? She invited. Queen of bearth?