As darkness was beginning to descend, the dark she-wolf felt uneasy with what the coming night would bring in store of her imagination and dreams. Then again, there was something about this place, something about Midnight Plateau, that also held a pastoral aura to it. Stable, soothing, placid... it was <i>just</i> what the doctor prescribed for her uneasy spirit (and the role of the <i>doctor</i> had been Alexander himself, for giving her the willing chance to become one of his territory). Sleep and weariness from travel weighed down the gravity of her bones and limbs, and mentally fighting the urge to simply drop down where she was for a siesta, she remained tall and alert, even for a lowly subordinate like herself. Weakness, nor vulnerability, held no stance in these new lands, and she wasn't about to let the world estimate her for a lower value than she appeared to be. Withered and skinny from her travels, she lacked the nourishment that would otherwise be found clinging to her limbs, but it had been many moons since she last hunted with a structured pack, and even longer since she obtained a worthy meal to feel satiated from.
There were only two other wolves here at best: Alexander, the leader of the Plateau, and another face and figure that the Vielle female didn't have the opportunity to meet yet. If there was a first impression scenario to spring upon her, she wanted to be just as spring and alert like a dedicated and worthy member <i>should</i> be. <i>No more room for weakness, you do not live the ways like you used to. You are free, into another system entirely.</i> Sauntering through the coming shadows of the evening, to which she was perfectly veiled and matching for, the Subordinate took to duly exploring about the crevices of the Plateau.</blockquote>