Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

It had been many moons since the departure, since the first overseer's head had rolled. Yet, it felt like only yesterday. This was strange to the she-wolf, this new snow queen was fresh. Auriel had not gazed upon her face before. She had been back not even a day, had not even greeted her former packmates or the newer ones. Still, this woman was to be her superior. She just hoped this she-wolf and the last didn't have many similarities.

She had already been close by when the fearsome howl erupted in the air, so it did not take her long to arrive. The dove was a familiar face, and although she knew the other white she-wolf must be her new queen, Nyra was unknown to her. Are we going to war? The female asks. Was this another of Donovan's playmates? Auriel would not be surprised, the hybrid must have a female in every corner by now. 

That is when it sinks in, Dove was wearing a skull. A wolf's skull. Nemesis? Her rival is still here to attend these meetings in spirit, then. Auriel would not speak a word about it, Nemesis had never been worthy of her respect. It was no different in death.