Semananti was quick to nod after her response; that was all she needed to know. The woman in front of her was obviously stronger than the average wolf. She knew her mother, at this stage of her pregnancy, physically couldn’t be outside the den for as long as she was. She knew though, that her family was known for larger litters. Then Elettra looked at her sides and mentioned that she was allowed at the cache in chance she did not scavenge up the necessary amount of food. “My thanks Ma’am, but I have scavenged my way through seasons for about a year and a half now. If I cannot make my way through more of the seasons, than I am no scavenger.” She said, her tone respectful, though she over analyzed everything. She did not want to be disrespectful to her alpha after all.

Sema figured she should start moving; she wasn’t tired nor thirsty or full of hunger. “I shall depart than, and let you get back to resting. Sorry to have woken you.” She said after assuming that the female had been sleeping. She felt really bad about disturbing the alpha for her petty needs. She bowed her head and took a few steps back. She would, of course, wait for the silver and black, dominant fae to respond before just darting off. Though she knew all her encounters might not be as subtle as the one she had encountered. She thought about challenging her way up the ranks. She could challenge Tempest, and Skana. Perhaps this mysterious female that was above Tempest. Sema had never personally talked to her Kyrie.

Curiosity would kill the wolf, she figured to wait until after Elettra’s pups were born. After all, she did not want to worry anyone that she challenged up before the pups were born. A female in her old pack had done that before her mother’s second litter. Sema had been told she wanted to challenge the alpha male and female for their pack and the land. It was lucky she had failed when she challenged the second.

Semananti respectfully waited until Elettra had disappeared back into the den before she started to move out towards the horizon. There was a lack of latent hostility amongst the wolves as a whole, but between Willow Ridge and a few outside wolves, it seemed there would always be tension. It calmed her to know she was always at her packmates back, ready to strike like a surprise attack from poniards in the back. It was also calming to her mind to know that her packmates had her back too; they were ready to defend her in times of trouble because they were all a family.

Though Sema had yet to meet Elettra’s mate, the male alpha presumably, she felt like she was at home and that all the pack were ready to welcome her. But she would still prove herself. Her paws shuffled along the ground with pride. Her gait was filled with a passionate and courageous vibrato feel to it. She was ready; she figured that she would have to start by checking the west, if it wasn’t to the west than it could be to the east. Her mind filled with the thoughts, she wasn’t worried persay, but she was definitely nervous. Perhaps she would find herself at a lack of words for what to say to these alphas whom she has never met.

She breathed in deeply, she needed to relax and calm down. She could think of what she had to say, or more of what she would say, right now while she had time to think about it. Her fur was flat against her lean and muscular frame. The medium sized wolf would be a wall of steel and a scavenging menace to some, but also a soft and calm, and gentle wolf to others. It all depended on two things, their gender and her role. Perhaps even their personality would make a difference. She breathed in again as she got worked up. She began to break out into a run. The sooner she got there, the sooner she could report back to Elettra. When that happened she could go and scavenge herself a meal. She took a bit of pride in her skills to provide for herself. It made her feel strong and worth something. No one could take it from her.

(End)