Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

Whrist huffed and looked away from from the female, gazing deeper into  the packlands, “I prefer the night, I like to patrol to boarders making our territory known. This is our territory and those to trespass have no excuse for their death but themselves"

Her black ears flicked toward the female picking up the sigh she she offered her reasoning
 “I’ve met the Grandmaster a Time or two, it’s just hard to think he doesn’t treat all females the same” She felt jealousy boil up, but there she said it aloud. Still she wanted him despite everything.

She refused to look at the female now, suddenly annoyed that this one didn’t see him in that manner, she’d have to ask him about her. Then it struck her to ask Turning her white blue gaze to the mostly white wolf hybrid “Who are you to the Grandmaster? Why has he put so much resources into you”

She didn’t have the history, she needed a Chronicler to catch her up and help her feel included in the pack, right now with the little information she had she could be played fed lies as truth and muddle her into a mess. She didn’t like this.