Alaska. What a wonderful name for this vixen. She seemed cold, and beautiful at the same time. When he next words hit her ears, Milo's rump hit the cold ground. Thinking for a moment; she had lost her last pack due to things she couldn't really control. But before all of the bad things began to happen, how was her leadership? Her will to stay with them? Well she had taken pride in leading them and them following her and allowing her to lead them. She protected them against any challenge, got them to where they needed to be when in time of need and stayed where they needed to be when times were good. She looked up at the femme with hardened eyes, a little bit of sadness creeping through.
Blue gray optics flashed with the disasters of her former pack. Her hackles standing on edge and her lips curled back at the thought of not being able to save them. When she finally did look back at Alaska, she dipped her head.