Her ebony body would sulk around in the shadows the trees provided with the added fog in the Soul Less Forest, the black beauty being easily hidden in the forest. Black midnight covered ears would twitch as they caught a familiar call in the air. Cateleya. Her queen. She would quickly obey to her queen's orders, shadowed body running through the forest towards her Queen. When she would arrive, she would bow respectfully at all of the other wolves, sitting down a few yards scattered out, crown tilting towards her Queen in a respectful manner to listen closely.
