Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

"Entitled?" Galaxy repeated ponderously, unsure exactly what the word meant. She was young, not dumb, so she took a moment to sort through contextual clues in order to guess, "If you mean that I have a title, then yes, I'm an entitled pack wolf. I'm Galaxy, Pi and apprentice astronomer of Moonspear." She had never introduced herself that way and it sounded pretty darn cool to her, as if she was some sort of wizened cosmic royalty.

"What is it I'm supposed to be sucking?" she wondered in the next breath, mismatched eyes dancing a little. Galaxy could be spacey sometimes (ha, ha...) but she knew that the stranger had been shouting epithets, not speaking literally. Still, it was fun to humor this new acquaintance, and she had only the most good-natured of intentions.