Peek-a-boo

Ashmedai skirted along a while until he heard another. He pretended not to notice, though he kept his guard up. Eventually the woman called out to him, her tone not missed. It only served to widen his smile. He made sure he was out of the borders. Before turning to face the woman, he tried to change his expression to a surprised one, though it was obviously fake, "Oh! Sorry, I wasn't quite sure anyone still lived here. You see, I was looking for ol' Bassy. You seen him around?"

Ashmedai noticed the scent of the woman. She was the new alpha? Ashmedai looked her up and down. Well, she wasn't much younger than Bass, that was for sure. Nor bigger. She didn't have any cool scars. It was strange. Was she a relative? A past mate? A new mate? Did she know the culture and language Bass tried to instill on his children and in his pack? Really, what made her qualified to be alpha, Ashmedai wondered.