I only doggy paddle

The scarred girl chuckled, a grin appearing on her face. Oh, this one was cocky, no doubt, but she also felt that it was in jest, as well. He did not appear, or feel like someone who would truly believe he was better than someone else, let alone his own siblings. She liked the feel she got off him, such a different one than his sister… although, she might be a bit biased about that. Just a little, after all.

She nodded slowly to his response about the heir. Ultimus, eh? It did sort of sound like it was… putting one above the others, and it was, so to speak. “It… probably was,” she replied thoughtfully. “I don’t see your father as choosing someone solely based on their birthing order. Maybe at first, but not now.” It made sense to start with the first-born, and then demote and promote as necessary for the job. After all, a wise ruler would not keep an heir just because they were firstborn; if the heir turned out not to be a good fit, they would be replaced. Angelus had not been replaced.

Her head tipped again to the side, and she regarded Angelus with a curious look. “What is it like in Imperium? What… what is the culture, the customs?” She was curious, truly, about life in other packs. Each pack was unique… and she kind of wanted to learn them all, as much as she could.

"Speech"