It starts

Like how he always studied her features and read her emotions, she too observed his expression when she admitted her agreeing with his statement. A look of surprise flashed onto his grey complexion; just like that. At the sight, her cheeks flushed a scarlet similar to the shade of her eyes, her head lowering in embarrassment. Perhaps she shouldn't have uttered those words, at least not out loud. For some reason, it brought a strange, murky feeling inside of her. She'd couldn't quite explain it. It wasn't like when she agreed with the alpha, or her brother (okay, maybe a little, though at least she was trying to be more closer with her family). Though another part of her told her that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. Sure, she agreed with him for the first time in ever; let's move on.

To be honest, sometimes she felt a bit uncomfortable leading a pack of wolves mostly older than herself, if not thrice her age. Sometimes it felt like no-one took her seriously, or like the pack wouldn't be able to stay afloat for long. There had been a part of her that always wanted to be a leader, to lead an empire so superior her foes would tremble in her wake. Of course, now that she had finally received this power, perhaps a bit too soon for her liking, she had come to understand that leadership isn't entirely about power, but responsibility. Two yearlings with responsibilities larger than their own age; what could possibly go wrong?

And it seemed many things could prove to be difficulties, like how this man continued to push her buttons and insist on an irrelevant topic. Such things she took as challenges; obstacles that would make her a better leader. "Oh, I wouldn't recommend sticking around to find out, if I were you," she replied in the same, light tone. It wouldn't last for long, however. Her patience was starting to run out; him testing his own boundaries. Why did he want to know such facts? Wasn't he familiar with the rules? The standard code of conduct for all packs? "Is that so?" she mused in response to his mischievous statement, raising a brow in mock surprise. "Then I doubt Myriad has a place for wolves who need their own leader to keep them in line." Her words were starting to grow more stern, though nothing hostile of the sort. She just needed to make it clear where she and Riv stood in accordance to the behaviour of Myriad's members.