Lost little lamb

She hummed into his kiss, closed her eyes again, and sighed.

"Harsh, but acceptable." She replied. It made sense for this pack. The pack was founded by slaves and the rising of their status to freedom. She ran her claw lightly over the fur of his arm, no pressure, just enough for it to tickle.

"What if every year we hold a... some kind of ceremony or meet, or bonfire thing, where the lower ranks are encouraged to attend and challenge to prove themselves to you for a higher rank? Including the slaves." Attending the Bonfire celebration in the hallows had sparked an idea. She didn't know if Armada had anything like that.