Her possessive nature was slowly being stroked the older she became. Perhaps it was a trait that was passed onto her by her Protector, but molded into a strong habit by her Provider. Pretty Rhett was hers the moment she met him and presented him the emerald butterfly that matched their eye color. Pretty Rhett was the only wolf she paid attention to that day, everyone else was ignored and not important at all. It pleased her that she came here, came to see her and her alone. She made ordered him to stay within the same den she shared with Brother and she was satisfied that he listened to her and did not talk back. It was the first lesson she learned, at such a young age, that not only could she give orders and another would comply, but that he was someone she could be close to. It troubled her to no end that she felt a sense of wanting to be close to others and yet at the same time to have nothing to do with them. Some days she tolerated the presence of others and at different times she did not.

She knew she was growing. She was very much aware that she was becoming different. She was taller and was growing into her massive paws. Her hunger increased, knowing she needed to eat in order to cease the uncomfortableness she felt in her stomach. She could run much faster and for a longer period of time now. Her fighting skills had been better than before, now that she was growing comfortable with her figure and finding her ability getting better, surpassing her Provider. Although she was getting better at these physical attributes that would make her a strong Alpha, it was her social skills that needed much work still. Pretty Rhett, her Pretty Rhett attempted to help her as best as he could, and she appreciated his extreme patience. She understood what he wanted, but sometimes it was difficult to show at times still though, she tried, for him. She wanders calmly, carefully, content to smell a blade of grass here and there to catch the scent of those that called the fields home. It was a different scent that caught her attention.

Black trimmed ears pointed forward with interest when she caught the familiar, and not so familiar, figure of one of the she-wolves that dwelled here. Often she sees the one-eyed wolf with the larger white beast. Her dial would turn left and right to see if he was nearby and as she inhaled the scent on the spring wind, it confirmed he was nowhere near the one-eyed she-wolf today. The older she got the more curious she became and so she trotted over easily towards the other. She was well aware of her position within the pack, she was a child and yet at the same time, she was different, special, powerful. However, she was aware of the older she-wolf and her rank within the pack, a Nazgul, a useful wolf, one that must be respected at all times. She had learned from Provider and understood that she kept the balance of her high ranking status, and noticed how she would not boast or use it to harm others. So, when she got closer to the ebony she-wolf, she kept a respectful distance from her, her ebony dial titled slightly with respect. Emerald eyes scanned over the older she-wolf for a moment as she quietly observed her, and after a moment of long silence, her black lips parted, her bright ivories showed slightly as the girl attempted to give the other a grin, and yet it looked like a manic smile.

“Hheeeellllloooooo, I know yooooooouuuuuuuu, yeeeeeeesssssss. Sneaky, snnneeeeaaakkkky wolf, goooooooddddd.”

Her soft cold tone slithered out as she garbled and held out on words slightly, comfortable to break into her natural voice habit rather than talk in the appropriate way. Pretty Rhett was not here to correct her.