"Don't go shouting out loud that you're claiming the crown"
She enjoyed her solitude. Even if pack life had its advantages, the constant company certainly was a downside, at least to Nalda. Generally Oak Tree Bend was a good fit for her: reasonably small, but not so much that they couldn’t hunt or protect their borders; With strong leadership who valued action and where contend with leaving her to do her part in peace. While a quiet life was not exactly what she’d always dreamed of, it was certainly better to be fed and warm, than not. Then of course, there where the pups; Eugh..! Children, however sweet and innocent they might be, could be a horrible pain. Terms like privacy and personal space meant little to them, and they often seemed to go out of the way to bother their cousin when she was trying to get away from it all. That, and Aponi and Serach’s cubs didn’t exactly fit the bill of naive child - when they weren’t causing ruckus within the borders, they were looking to sneak off, keeping their guardians on their toes at all times. The bane of her quiet existence.
So the young she-wolf eagerly seized every opportunity to slip away herself, just a few hours to breathe. With the days growing shorter and colder, that grew increasingly difficult though. Every night they had to be back together, sleeping close to keep the puppies warm - and ourselves - as much as she disliked the closeness, she did appreciate not freezing her toes of at night. It was all a balance, pros and cons, that was her life. It did mean that she was even more keen to get out, as soon as the worst of the cold ebbed. She’d slip away early, doing her business along the border before moving out into the Wood, spending her day trailing herds or hunting smaller game, to have something to show for it when she returned.
She’d assumed today would be no different, getting up with the sun, which had managed to burn through the usual cloud cover. Picking her way through the forest she glared up at the light, peeking through the naked branches, a cruel taunt this time of year, holding no real warmth. The last thing she had expected was to hear her aunts beckoning call, making her freeze mid-stride and fold back her ears. There was no note of anger or displeasure in the voice, nor even real urgency. Still, Nalda figured she better answer like a good subordinate, after all, it wasn’t that often that Aponi called upon her, and never without good reason.
Turning on the spot, she made her way back quickly, the tip of her tail swishing with mild curiosity. Once within sight, she bowed her head lightly to the silver-grey woman - about the only wolf she would ever show that kind of respect - greeting matter-of-factly: “Y’called?”
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Thoughts "Speech"