@Heigen
She lost herself in hatred, exiting the meeting before a clear winner could be placed. In the days following the pathetic meeting, she made herself scarce to the world, learning the name of their new alpha through whispers alone. Celandine would not kneel to the new queen, if she could even dare to call herself such. The woman had been content to wither away in a lesser rank until Phineas called. She hadn't really wanted for it, not the way Cella did. For if she had, she would have taken it. Making a solemn promise to dethrone the inferior ruler as soon as she was of age, the youngest Argyris made her way past the borders.
She had to get away from the scent of that woman, her very name leaving a bad taste in the youth's mouth. It wasn't personal, or maybe it was, but she would have felt the same regardless of the winner. These women had no business standing where her absentee mother once stood, nor ruling over a kingdom they hardly knew. Had this Aesire even said a word to her? Not that she could recall. So how could one call themselves a queen, without any subjects? No, this newcomer would be a stand in, until someone better could come along. Namely, her, but that wouldn't be for some time yet.
The plateau would be hers regardless of who stood beside her father. Until then, he could shower all the honors he wanted on lesser she-wolves. It wouldn't matter anyway.