Redtail Rise to science

The lady spoke- and Lilia’s ears perked. Like the young girl, the leader’s speech had a flaw. Still, she led the pack, and Lilia assumed it was without any others commenting on the way she talked. Her confidence was boosted, and she regarded the queen with a level, appeased gaze. 

They were asked for their role assignments, and were offered but two trades. Lilia approved of neither of them. Hunter? That was for the low-ranked wolves. Absolutely important, but beneath her. And as for becoming a warrior, it was messy business. 

The others replied. A growl followed- the reddish youth with the hawkish gaze. Lilia assumed she meant to claim herself as a warrior. She smiled faintly and gave a light nod of acknowledgement when Masque’s deep voice proclaimed the trade of hunter. No surprise there. 

Reki would be unique, his gentle mien pulling a tender heartstring in her when he declared that he liked flowers. She, too, liked flowers. As he said he liked them, she assumed perhaps he intended to flatter her as well- she was a fair little blossom herself. 

Ancelin would make a fine warrior, she thought. A noble knight. As for herself, the last to speak:

”I’n a pintheth. Thomeday I’ll be a queen.”