She was among equals here. The silvered males conversing on the snowy outcropping were not paltry mutts, far from it. They all shared the marks of Fenrir and pure wolf blood flowed in their veins. According to Skadi, this was not the shady part of town. Her brothers were high society compared to the peasants of the Oak Tree Bend pack. No more nose-holding, no more talking down to the simpletons, she could be herself. The woman settled onto the snow, tail curling subconsciously to protect her flank. Relaxed, but not safe.
Once again Skadi was her ingratiating and emotionless self. Frosted ears turned to her brothers, not daring to ask, but waiting for words that would send her back into action. Her actions were in the past, if Garmr disapproved he would be sure to inform her of such. It must have been the bitter cold that clenched her frame, for she never shied away from those informative lessons. How else could Skadi be the wolf her blood meant her to be? Certainly Garmr knew better than her, and she learned much from his criticism.
Their voices were too low to catch and she daren't approach quite yet. Attention curved away, still awaiting her fate, and her gaze landed on a similarly silvered wolf, though much flimsier. Ainashi. By rule of blood his equality should have been the same and yet her gaze drifted to Garmr. Some mistakes stung more than others, but she well remembered the associated lesson. The woman, his own mother, subtly shifted her hip away and addressed him in the same instant. "Are you ready?"