It would be easy for her to slip back under the mantle of leadership. She and her mate were in their prime, but were still a bit older so had the added enjoyment of experience at their disposal. She had to say she was rather sad this would not be the quiet retirement she and her husband had thought they would be getting. No matter, she would have her enjoyment someday. Being here just as her daughter needed her had been plenty reason to step up and lead their family again. Had she made some bad choices in the past? Most certainly. Now though, she was older and wiser and very much ready for the challenge of ruling these strange lands. They would put off their announcement long enough, now would be the time to truly take over Song's rule.
Dutiron would ask of her readiness, and with a confident nod she would assure her mate. How she adored the man, he had brought her up through so much past trauma. She would be nowhere near the wolf she was today with out his wonderful presence and guidance. She would mirror his touch, her features buried lovingly within the thickness of his pelt. She would take in a deep breath, enjoying his musky scent as he tilted his head back. She would join him, her features pulling away to reach towards the sky. Her song playing into his as they called their pack.?
