You gotta prove it

Nytiri listened as the female asked for her rank and she was welcomed into Glaciem. She gave a small smile as she responded to the female who had obviously been in the pack for a longer period of the time. "I was given the rank, Brood. Though Miss Roman said that the harder I work the higher I shall grow in the ranks." She offered the explanation with a small grin as she waited for the lady to react and speak for what Nytiri had just offered up as public knowledge in the conversation. "May I ask your name, my lady?" She asked with a slight tilt to her head.


She was told to get to know her pack mates and so she would. Her arctic white fur bellowed slightly in the winter winds and her orange eyes held curiosity in them. She could talk to this lady for sure; she seemed nice enough! She [Impra] reminded her of some of the ladies in the tribe she lived in and was raised in. It was a shame she no longer had contact with them.