Two Faced, All the Same

Everything was suddenly secretive, hushed and for them alone. It was intense and she loved it. Sibelle leaned close, shifting so their heads would almost touch in hushed conversation. What was she proposing?Vi would smile. "A chance at power. Action adventure and maybe even riches." Eyebrow would raise and and head would tip, sly smile growing. She was only half joking. "I don't plan to lead this pack of mine. No. Desiree will deal with the politics and the needless worries of the masses. I want to deal with the underground things and I need wolves capable of helping. Wolves I can trust.." She said, eyebrows raising at this. Whoever ended up helping her with this she needed to know she could trust them with her life, needed to know she could trust them with her families lives. Would this woman be one she could eventually trust in that way? Only time would tell. Sibelle asked about the betting ring and again Vi would lean back, brow furrowing. To be honest she had never really thought of the logistics, had figured it would all come with time. "I think we'll start with something small. Something public. Invite other packs to join in. Host hunting competitions, spars or healing challenges. Pack alpha's can bet things like allowing another pack to hunt on their lands, food, herbs etc. Whatever really. Winner gets the spoils, our pack gets a share for hosting the tournament. Eventually I would like to go underground. Shake things up. Gladiator battles like in the days of old. Wolves can come to battle in the games. Gladiators can fight gladiators or gladiators can fight slaves." She paused there, eyebrow raising again. She would allow the idea of slaves and gladiators to sink in. She was sharing a lot. More then she had originally intended but she seemed so interested, so keen. Would she be game?