hungry for power

Her paw set on a tiny ray of sunlight. She had quickly ripped it back, growling softly. Her only fear was the sun. It was very embarrassing. And for someone to come up and see her made her heat up. She turned to face the wolf, a dark black wolf. It seemed that everyone she had met had the same night-sky fur. Nothing new, though she didn't really care. "Hello," she replied calmly, "My name is Lusa, the Theta here." She wanted to make it clear that she was in a good place in the Pack, and she was not one to be misunderstood. One wrong move, and she would surely give him a token to remember her along his neck. She loved to give people her 'gifts' so to speak. "What were you planning to do?"