Words unsung

There was one wolf on her mind since she had finally adjusted herself to her alpha position. She hated knowing some of her pack-mates, and almost neglecting the other few. That wasn't what leadership was all about. She was here to meet them, talk to them, establish a friendly bond, and work with them to achieve a better, strong Myriad - a common goal she hoped all of her pack-mates shared. There were a couple she hadn't yet personally met, one of them being the pack's only healer, Armai. Somehow, the young queen was dying to meet her. Why, she didn't know. Perhaps it was because of the female's interest in healing, and how she was, in a way, one of the most important canines in the pack.

Finding a suitable clearing in the forest, the alphess tipped her head back and let out a short, melodious howl, calling for the healer. Sitting on her haunches, she awaited the older female's arrival, scarlet eyes scanning the trees in case she caught a glimpse of the ashen woman making her way over.