alone together

The french woman had every desire in the world to meet her pack mates. Blanc wanted more than to ascend in the ranks, she wanted to have wolves she might consider a friend. Blanc was more of a lover than anything else, but she could be abrasive and rough. She had few friends at home, and mostly competitors; her elder siblings, for instance, did not take kindly to her fathers reign. It meant the end of their mother, even her own; for Bluet DeMonte was older, now. It was more than kindness that enabled her to lead beside her father; Bluet retained her lovely visage even despite her age, and enamored, her father kept her in his ranks and at her side. Bluet was smart, political; her father was just a savage. He could learn a thing or two.

Blanc pushed away the thoughts of her family. They were unimportant as to who she would become herself, without them; and so, she set off to find her leader, or any other wolf who would not mind her company. It mattered not to Blanc who she ran into; any wolf at all was company enough for her.

It was pure luck that she happened upon someone sooner rather than later. Blanc paused for an instant upon seeing the other, her fiery eyes assessing as she lifted her head and tail to alert the other of her strength and prowess. Even if the other might be of a higher rank than her, Blanc was bold; there was nothing quite like establishing yourself, earning your place, keeping it. Blanc's salmon pink tongue ran over her nostrils to clear them some, and she noted that the other was new, perhaps even newer than she. Her tail, although stiff and high, seemed to shift in a wave; Blanc offered the other some semblance of friendliness, even while promising the other that she was not one to be trifled with, of the strength behind the pretty face. An ear shifted and she waited, wondering if the other even wanted company. Unfortunately, what she had earned from her paternal side was her inability to read emotions.