Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

The rest of the pack would file in behind her, and her mother wasted no time in getting started. She would listen to each word her mother spoke. Her half brother had claimed a pack of his own. A smirk would lift her lips when her when her mother spoke of the russets queen. She had been such a pitiful sight for a queen. It came as no surprise that her other wanted to continue to extract her revenge on the poor woman. Ears would perk at the mentioning of her fathers grandsons. Her gaze would immediately flicker to the two unfamiliar faces. More family. She would have to meet them soon. Her mother would continue, speaking of ranks. S smile would lift her lips as her name was mentioned, her emerald gaze sweeping the crowd. It seemed that her mother was keen on being social, they would going to a festival. She would stay silent, already knowing a few of the Olympus wolves. She could meet them whenever she wanted. The only time she spoke is when her mother wanted everyones opinion. "I will stand by you mother, whatever you decide."

"Burn Baby Burn"