She was entirely uncomfortable. She was a creature born from a Monster and Death, she was not one that relished with light. The twisted princess of the plains despised the sun entirely. However, this was her home and as the days continued to grow longer, she slowly began to understand that her time would come very soon, when the fields would be under her control. Ever since she was born she was quite possessive. Whether it was from getting the best teat from Provider, trying to claim all the butterflies at the one-year old party, claiming Pretty Rhett as hers, to trying to get the biggest chunk of meat after a kill with the pack. Her mind relished and raved at the knowing that all wolves here would be hers and although she was eager to have that control she understood, more or less, that as her possession she had responsibility. Yes, yes, responsibility. Pretty Rhett, Brother, Provider all warned her that although they were hers she had to do everything for them. To feed them, to protect them, to help them, all these things and more and the young Queen to be Be was attempting to understand such a thing, as much as her warped mind could allow her to.

Provider alerted her to be the one to meet the new guest that Sneaky Wolf would deliver. It was a lesson and it was needed. She was curious, in a way, to see who this wolf would be and if it would become one of hers. Easily her long ebony limbs carried her sleek charcoal gray frame over the scorching fields, her dial lifted upwards sneering at the golden orb in the sky for a moment. Deadly emerald eyes shifted towards the bristling white and strawberry pup and to the familiar sight of Sneaky Wolf. For a Princess she does not carry herself as one. She moves with purpose without the egoistical rhythm in her gait. Curious her dial titled to the side as she came closer, the girl unknowingly holding a sort of grace and authority around her for one so very young. As she comes closer her ears prick forward as she listens to Sneaky Wolf speak to the angry strawberry marked pup, standing between them, villainous eyes looking over to the one that clearly did not want to be here.