now that i am coming down; won't you be my solid ground?

It felt good to matter, to be something, someone. To have a home within a pack that she could cherish and a rank to uphold, family to cling to. Sure, she had yet to meet the younglings of Daenerys, but she was waiting for the day that she would. Probably a pack meeting eventually. They were in need of one of those, Sway thinks. She wouldn't say so because it was not her place, but she was hopeful for it, waiting for the time when she would get to see more of the pack. The little groupings seemed to be sort of cut off from everyone -- at least those who had come from Diveen -- and Sway really wanted to know more about them.

She had her concerns, but it was more about her unease with secritive wolves in groups. She didn't want anything bad to happen in her home, but she trusted Daenerys' judgement on it, and would be happy to welcome them all when she was allowed to do so. For now, she was just so thrilled to have a rank that meant something, to be able to have some sort of diplomatic paw in things. Sway liked her friends from other packs, and would have to go and see them again sometime. Today she had been out trailing down a possum in the woodlands, and it was going pretty well. At least in her mind, it was. For now..

The critter was a few feet away, paused in action just as Sway was, and looking as if it knew she was following it. Getting ready to strike at the right moment in which to be more sure of a positive outcome. There was never any real way to be perfectly sure of it, but the more odds in her favor, the better. Plus, a meal of more than bird eggs and small birds with thier tiny bones and portions would be good for her. She was a little thinner than she should be, but it was her own fault. She had been so busy trying to see what was going on with everything to do with her rank that she hadn't been hunting properly.

At least it had paid off in the fact that she did get the rank, but she had to be diligent in keeping it, proving she would continue to stay worthy of it as much as she could be. But now, now was the time for a little hunt, and when the possum turned to mosey onward to whatever it was doing, Sway snuck towards it as well, keeping herself low and near the bushes before she was close enough to pounce. She did, launching herself to it after coiling her legs under her to spring, and she brought her jaws down to snap; and just like that things had ended, and she had her prize at her paws.