Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest of them all

It had been forever since the russet girl had last spent any alone time with her father. The family often kept to themselves, only mingling when they had to. But things had changed. Her father was a King. He now ruled as he should. Claws clicked dully against the stone of her caves. Blue and silver eyes had adjusted to the darkness and slowly she was learning to navigate the confusing tunnels. She sought one wolf, her father. A low woof would echo off the walls around her as she continued her trek.

All of her sisters had yet to show up within their new home. The russet girl had little concern for their whereabouts. It just meant less competition, less rivalry. And now she would take the opportunity. It was obvious that her father favored one of her siblings more than the rest of them. She wanted to change that. She wanted to rise above, to hold some importance within the ranks of her family.

"Father." Blunt tones would be drawn from red lips, gaze finally landing on the russet King. A small tugged at her features, limbs pulled her closer to the man. Odd eyes would drift upward, meeting her fathers cyan gaze. Her tail gave a brief wag of pleasure that she had finally found him, but she quickly settled into her stoic stance, mind turning to form the words she wished to speak.