The odd male turns towards me and says something I assume is meant to be clever. It makes my ears snap back as I glare at him, my suspicion proven by the way he deflects (to me, anyways!). I take a momentary break from glaring at him to give a wave of my tail and a grin to Prometheus as he hollers at me, happy to see him. I have spent much of my first year lazing about the dens with him and getting into mischief, as was my heritage. When Elohim asks what an Archana is I snap my emerald eyes back to him and puff up my chest indignantly. "Archana is my SISTER, the one you were hanging around with. Do you not ask NAMES?" I realize afterwards that Archana can't hear so it is likely she didn't offer a name, being quite difficult to communicate with despite how mother tries to teach her and I copycat her teaching.

The reminder of a new alpha makes me sit when Prometheus comes to sniff me, turning my nose to sniff him in return lest he has been somewhere I haven't. Satisfied he has not I glance back up at Elohim while Prom asks him why he has to be the first to know. "I think he wants to be a king too," I say to my friend, eyeing Elohim again then grinning. "But I guess you won't be huh? Since you are sitting here waiting on someone else to be." I'm not sure why I feel so much animosity towards him but something just didn't feel right with me. It was likely residual feelings from Elohim's scent and Halcyon's moods over the last year that I never put together.

The snide remark though reminds me of my OWN predicament and I huff. "Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways. I'm stuck in that stupid swamp now and mom isn't even an Empress anymore. I should be King and then I could stay in Asteraia."