Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

He was Dash, Delta. Huh. She had thought him to be a higher ranking wolf, perhaps Gamma. But, Delta was still significantly higher than Omega. He asked her her name. Was this a test? Probably, to see if she would respect the rules set by the alpha. She paniced, and blurted quickly "Filth. I am simply Filth, sir."
However much she detested the name chosen for her by the pale alpha, she did not speak out. To do so would be suicide. She drank greedily from the water once more, though slowed once she had drunk half of it and looked back at Dash.