Lookie Here.

Deathbelle confessed that she truly did enjoy being around the striped girl, but soon after let it slip that the future was bothering her. The child furrowed her brow and nodded in understanding. She spat out her mouthful of feather and ate a bit of the dove's meat. The woman asked what Aslatiel would be when she grew up, seeking to distract herself. That... was a loaded question.

Pushing the dove aside, the girl furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought about how to pose her reply. Eventually, she began to speak. "I want to be the best sister and confidant that a ruler could have. I want to make the Armada the greatest, most powerful pack in the land. I want to make my family happy. I want to boost them up, make them proud. I'll do whatever I have to do, good or not, to make the Fatalis family superior to all." Reality pulled the girl from her musings and she made a small hmmph sound before looking back to the speckled wolf. "Well... that's what I want." She didn't necessarily want to be anything. Just a tool to elevate her family's standing.