When the weather was good, Capable often moved outside of Willow Ridge territory. She never lingered outside pack borders more than a day, unwilling to risk the alphas assuming infidelity (or worse), but the fresh air and silence always calm as a welcome change. Things continued to remain tense among pack members; she didn’t quite understand the pack politics, and frankly, the young woman wasn’t certain she wanted to. The pretenses she’d joined under had been-- Well, she didn’t want to examine that too closely.

There was no reason to break her word. Craw’s presence made her skin crawl, but the male had left her well enough alone for the time being. Everyone had, more or less. It was odd. It was hardly pack life.

At least she’d gotten through the winter without starving, the woman supposed as putter across the meadow. Pausing, she cast a look towards the sky, measuring the sun’s position, the amount of clouds, when a familiar bark caught her attention. Ears twitched and she glanced over her shoulder, recognizing the female leader of the Willow Ridge wolves. Her tail wagged in response near her hocks before she twisted, trotting over to meet Morganna. “What brings you out here? Is there something you need?”

“Oh. No need,” Capable replied with a blink of her eyes, a bit surprised by the alpha’s thanks. To be quite frank, she hadn’t thought anyone noticed her contribution to the pack earlier in the winter months. While she hadn’t done it to earn any sort of appreciation, it was nice to know that someone had noticed she’d been trying to pull her weight. Without her permission, a ghost of a smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. “@Greer helped me bring it back.” She did not know the relationship between brother and sister; though she found the shadow’s presence a bit…odd, she did not want to cut him short the credit he was due. After all, he was much kinder than her brothers, and that itself should be something.

Following Morganna first with her eyes, the older female shifted to jog after her until she fell in stride, head coming up to the leader’s shoulder as they walked. Of course, she towered over the other female, but that did not prevent the redhead from showing her the respect she was due as Lady of the lands.

Her question, however, was not one Isuni particularly wanted to answer. Her mouth twisted into knots as she held in a sigh, perhaps hesitating a bit longer than she should have. “Alright, I suppose. Perhaps I haven’t been as social as I could have been.” She shrugged, not willing to consider that particular topic any further. “I – well, I suppose I was namely focused on surviving the winter. Pulling my weight. Before I…was run out of Moose’s Tooth, I had fancied becoming a guardian, though.” Capable snorted at the memory, her brows furrowing. “My brother had decided it was caretaker or nothing for me, though.”

All hell, indeed. Isuni wisely chose not to comment on the matter, but she was aware the fault was not entirely hers to own. No goodwill was offered on behalf of the the rest of the pack; in fact, no one had sought her out. Greer had only come as she’d announced food, and Enoki and she simply happened to be in the same place at the same time. Running into Craw had been an accident entirely, and the other woman’s mention of the white wraith had her ears flipping back in mild disgust. The alpha was allowed to make her own friends, but she did not trust the male as far as she could throw him. Despite her ridiculous size, she doubted that was very far at all.

“Training would be good,” she grunted. Her only practice had been scuffles over dinner with siblings, and even then, she was never allowed to win, even if she clearly had the upper hand. Her father would haul her off by her scruff before she could pin Arrow. Remembering the punishing shake that followed with a grimace, she turned sienna eyes back to the younger wolf, remembering what they’d been on about in the first place. “Perhaps Skoll – or yourself. Maybe someone else. Sadly, I have little practice.” Capable sighed, turning away to stare outwards at nothing in particular. She supposed she could have done something about it.

“I don’t much fit here, do I? It’s all – it’s all very tightly knit. I’m not-- I’m not an Archer,” she said after a moment, turning eagle eyes back towards the smaller female. “And it’s not a consort you need.”

A variety of male blood, perhaps, but Isuni was aware she had little to offer Morganna in any other capacity.

Let them know where I stand…?

Capable’s brows furrowed at the notion, taking a moment for the thought to sink in. It made sense, of course, she could understand it. Never before had someone implied that she should actually take this idea and turn it into an action. And it wasn’t just a friend tossing ideas around, it was her alpha, and that meant- And that meant-

It was almost too much for her to digest.

Thankfully, Morganna offered a distraction, and the larger wolf was quick to snap it up. The snap of teeth was answered likewise, and Capable swept into a play bow herself. Tail thrashed in the air like a black snake, and then the large woman thundered forward with all the grace her large frame allowed. When the alpha did not move, Isuni did not flinch, and barreled into the smaller wolf. Head jerked up at the last moment so it was her broad chest that was thrown into the other female’s shoulder – they were practicing, after all, and she wasn’t interesting in harm falling upon either party. Contact made or otherwise, she pranced to the side, hoping to sidle away before the swarthy woman had a chance to extract her revenge.