What's this? I prick my ears and slowly lift my head as an all too familiar howl rings out throughout Malignant. Queens is calling. My tail wagging in excitement, I rise to my juvenile paws and start toward the clearing, knowing exactly where the meeting is going to be held. I've been there many a time in my explorations of my pack lands. After all, I want to know everything about my home before I go out exploring other territories. I've learned to be quite sneaky, making my paws almost near silent, if I didn't quit tripping over twigs, that is. I'm hoping that kind of grace will come with age, though. I wonder idly if Llorana will be there before shaking my head. Of course she will, she's a member of this pack, isn't she? My blue eyes brighten at the thought as I near the clearing. I can already smell some wolves besides Queens so that tells me that at least I'm not the first to reach the clearing.

Walking right in, I walk with confidence, my head held high, letting anyone who cares to know that I am someone important, even if they don't know me. I look around for Llorana but I don't see her yet. Of course I should have known she wasn't here yet since I didn't catch her scent and I would know that scent anywhere now. I made sure to memorize. I look at Queens first, knowing that as alpha and most importantly, as my mom, she deserves the respect. I dip my head to her as I walk toward the center of the clearing.

Hey, mom.

Then I duck my head off to the side to take a seat near the edge of the clearing. Only then does my bright blues gaze over the rest of the audience present. There's an interesting pitch black male seated closer to Queens' seated position. He sits like he's someone important too and I can only guess that he holds rank in the pack. Huh, guess Queens does have some favorites. I don't see any other males yet so that makes my heart drop a little. Will I ever meet at least one of my fathers? I know its not the pitch black male since he smells nothing like my blood. Bored of his stoic form, I then look over at the female. She's of interesting coloring, even having some of the same scarlet color that I have over half of my figure. I wonder for a moment if we're related but as with the black male, I can tell by her scent that we're not.

She holds the pose of an Omega, so she must be newer to the pack. I give her a shy smile before turning my head back toward Queens, ears flicking alertly as I wait for some other wolves to appear.


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Nikandros:the birth certificate says
male:the space between the hind legs reveal
pup:height and weight requirement
scarlet, white, black, and brown:the painting on the fur
blue:the gaze that pierces you
quiet, calculating, solitary:the agenda for the day
QueensxXxArcadianxXxSidorio:the family tree
DarQ:the puppeteer