Not A War, An Alliance.

The ivory Queen would pace around the borders of Abaven, the girl almost stressed about the situation. Her tail swayed behind her and her hips swayed with the movement, the thought of putting herself in a pack making her stomach knot. Being submissive to someone, or being commanded and thrown around like a rag didn't sound like freedom to the girl. "My Queen, calm yyourssseself. It caaan't be tthhat bad," Sabre would say with a tight slither around her pale neck, Anzhelika smiling softly down at the male. "Thanks, Sabre. Maybe in this pack I can still kill others for fun?" She tossed up the idea with a giggle, giving the snake that slithered around her a wink. She was a rather large wolf for a female's size, so she would best fit as a warrior in the pack. Or maybe even a hunter.. But a healer? Blehh. She hated helping others, unless she took the better prize for it. An eye for an eye. The ivory and pale hued babe would finally tilt her head and howl, calling for the pack's leader.

(OOC; Crappy starter, and Anzy is just crazy xD)