She breathed deep. Perhaps her first breaths as.. reigning alpha of this sun-touched mountain. The title's weight felt awkward, it did not quite fit her yet and nor had she adapted to the feeling and its taste. She led from the shadows, watching, waiting, and contemplating to understand and know the best angle of approach. She was a warrior, a collector of history and a wolf with her eyes always on nature.
While it had always been a background thought in her upbringing that she may be groomed to ascend properly, as the surviving offspring of two decorated leaders, she had not expected it to come here. But without the light of Ferdie's presence at their helm, someone must carry it. So she would.
The dark Rikudou shook her wild furs as Jace approached, as she knew he would. The first natural response was deference; she had sat neatly beneath the males, content, for how long now? Yet there was a subtle shift now. Her tail switched and she chuffed a soft greeting. I have not seen a trace of him,
she then replied, sorrow in her hardened green eyes with which she regarded the mountain below. It does not seem right.. but as we must... How far should we search, you think?
she asked. There was the edge of purpose on her words. Obviously she wasn't happy about these circumstances and wondered who had seen him last. Probably Erika, and the mere thought solidified a frown onto her expression.