Where others might feel cheated, or disappointed at the lack of unity among the wolves that lived in the pack she had joined, Eek only saw opportunity. While it was true that she was no spring chicken she still had a few good years in her yet. While Iopah inched closer to the edge of the perch, childless with spring well and truly in swing, the dark woman beneath her worked to quietly prove that if push came to shove, she could surely do it better. Regardless of Koda's arrogance, she couldn't see the old man shaking Eirian from his throne now that he seemed so cozy in his placement. Even if he did, it hardly mattered. She could certainly find a way to make sure he never saw the end of winter.
Nose poked through the damp undergrowth that hugged the banks of the secret falls, seeking out devils bite, quailbush or sweetgrass. Anything that might give her momentary escape, from the depressive atmosphere hanging over the trees that lay as broken as the members of the pack that called it home, a little legitimacy. She would very much loathe to be accused of slacking off.