Ever since she was just a pup she learned that the world was kill or be killed. Provider and Protector taught her these things. Provider would always whisper to her and Brother that the wolves beyond the fields were not to be trusted completely. They would harm them, they would kill them, especially the one with sickly green eyes and her pups that reek weakness. Always she listened to the warnings Provider muttered softly in the dead of night, when she would wrap herself around herself and Brother, telling them they had to be strong and fierce. She remembers oh how she remembers so clearly. Bad wolves. Bad wolves. All because of Protector, he was different, Provider said...others wouldn’t understand. Some wolves within the fields were like Protector and Provider and she felt comfortable, being amongst them and being with the ones that were not. The fields were a safe haven, but not just for them. No. Provider had said that the fields protected the other wolves...they were safe, always safe. Yet the Princess wonders if they deserve it?

Pretty Rhett saw what others could not see and she appreciated that. She loved how Pretty Rhett would help her, ease her into understanding, allowing her mind to bend and twist around new found knowledge. Provider brought safety to all from Protector. She was born from Provider and Protector. She was already different why not do everything differently? Nevermore had snuck off and away from the fields, to creep across the lands, using the tunnel system that Protector had shown her. A creature capable of traveling through Hell and back. Listening and watching she observed. She learned. She is silent like Death, but can she be as vicious as its sharp scythe? Who know? For now though she is focused upon the gray one, alone, without her snowy white killer. Happily she shakes her head up and down, she knows, she knows more. Black lips pull back to reveal a sinister smile, her sly voice holding such an eager tone.

“Sneaky wolf kills with the great white one.”

Emerald eyes contain such a twinkle of merriment as she looks at her. Nevermore is not dumb she is not foolish. She wants to know will Sneaky wolf deny her? She will not be denied. No one will deny her. No one will tell her she is wrong. She is not interested in knowing what she is wrong. All she wishes to know is that she is right. Pretty Rhett corrects her and Nevermore accepts it. Protector and Provider know all, Brother too, they are allowed to correct her. No one else though. No one else. So, she does not expect it from the one-eyed wolf. Instead she is curious her dial tilting to the side as she speaks of her fate. She knows. Brother wanted it, but Provider gave it to her. Nevermore loves her Brother, loves him deadly, trusts him completely. She knows she is to be Alpha. Although what she wants to do that is an entire different matter. She knows and she does not know. Her charcoal banner dripped with black and flecked with silver sway around as she struggles, her voice normal and yet ragged.

“Be like Protector and Provider. Keep Sneaky wolf and others safe, fed, protected.”

Without hesitation the Princess steps up even closer, invading the one-eyed wolf’s space. She does this not to intimidate and not to anger. No she wants the closeness. She wants them to be close. They have to be close. There are things Nevermore wants to know and does not want others to know. Always she does this with Brother and Pretty Rhett when it comes to secrets. Secrets secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone. Yes, yes. Share. Share. Must. Must. This she thinks as her black lips pull back to reveal such a demented grin, sickening reptilian eyes glistening now, with an unfamiliar dark sheen. Her voice drawls out softly, almost with a poisonous touch.

“What dooooooo yooooouuuu want from meeeeeeeeee?”