Father and daughter

"Well enough," she answered, flicking her ears. Her days were now almost entirely run by routine, now, her time settling into the pack long gone and her free time quickly eaten up by her duties. When she wasn't patrolling or hunting, she'd made it a point to train, testing her endurance and strength. In her scant free time she'd gone on adventures with Mortis and, more recently, made visits to Cairo in Iolaire's cottage.

"Things have been pretty quiet on the job," she remarked, alluding to her new position. Luckily, there hadn't been any fights to break up or broken rules to punish people for. She silently dreaded the moment there was, however. She wasn't supposed to come running in and start beating up her packmates, was she??

She chuckled, and turned to Sirius with the look of 'help me' written all over her face. "I'm glad you came by, actually -- what exactly am I supposed to be doing? No one's breaking the rules or anything, but is there anything I should be doing on the regular? Like checking in or something? That's probably a little weird," she muttered, half to herself. Jeez, she hoped she wouldn't have to stalk her packmates... "I was thinking maybe I could follow you around later?" She blabbered on, continuing the barrage of questions. "Since I'm supposed to be speaking with your voice, and everything..." Best to learn directly from him, anyhow.