Arrow Lake tomorrow will be worse

She would have answered the pretty creature, but Finch had covered her own thoughts accordingly—with the knowledge that the General did intend to breed this year, she could only firmly believe he would find the rogue’s skills to be essential.

Her tail gave sway in idle thought, but before she could speak more, the quiet yet commanding presence of Mahler drew her gaze. She returned his nod, her glittering eyes languidly drifting back to the smoky she-wolf, the hint of a smile tracing her lips. “Mahler, our Kapitän. Ranked only after our General, Stigmata.” It was a light introduction—but the girl before her was smart, and surely would know this was one of the wolves she would need to impress to gain a place among their ranks.