Broken Boulder no, i never sold my soul

It had been a relatively slow day. Bored and unbothered, Queenie wandered aimlessly around the territory looking for something of interest, all to no avail. She was about to settle at the border for a nap before Alarian’s call reached her ears. Immediately, she stood with a snap of her jaws and began to rush off, wondering what she was about to walk into. 

The call drew her right to Alarian’s den where stood both Delight and Alarian, each one clearly concerned. But there was a third wolf who Queenie was more concerned with than the others: Brilliance. 

Her baby. 

Maternal instincts began to kick in as she approached, moving to get a clearer view of the group. Why is she here? she questioned coldly, eyes thin as slits as she glared at the two males.