She would cross her borders without a second thought. Things were about to change. She had spent some time with her son, and he had plans. Big plans. She had also come to discover that her neighbors had crumbled beneath the pressures of being a Queen. The pale bitch, Artemis was gone, along with whoever ruled the pack within the forest. A smirk would lift her lips. The girl had always talked a good game, but she was no cut out to be Queen, she couldn't handle the pressures.
Hips would sway as she moved along the western lands, moving into a forest that she had no yet visited. She paid little mind to the scenery, the beauty of it was lost on her. No, instead, she traipsed aimlessly, weaving in and out of the dense trees. Massive paws pressed against the earth, her movements silent. Things couldn't have been going any better for her. Her smirk was perpetually smeared across her dark lips, showing no signs of fading.
