Celosia trailed along after her father and siblings, her gaze sweeping over the scene around them as they moved. This was her domain. Or her fathers, really, but that was a distinction that seemed unimportant to the child. She was his blood, so what was his was technically hers as well, right? At least, that was how she chose to see things, and anyone who tried to tell her differently might have a difficult time shaking her conviction in that belief. For someone so young, she already possessed more arrogance than she had any right to, but that was something she didn’t see as a problem. She sat beside her siblings, watching each wolf arrive and waited patiently for her father to speak.
