My, What A Trip

Odette's eyes twinkled as she saw the surprise on the woman's face. She knew that her location was impressive, but she didn't intend to brag on it that much. Instead, she let the emotions of other wolves to come her and that was rewarding enough. When the woman began to explain her situation, she felt empathy for all that she went through. Odette had almost gone through the same thing with Solstice's crown, but she was more than ready to take on the challenge.

"You will become more secure with your throne after the newness wears off," she encouragingly remarked. "At first, you may feel out of place, but it will grow on you and before you know it, it will become second nature for you to rule." After all, she did know a little about the growing of her crown upon her own head. "With pleasure," she said before slowly reclining to her haunches. "Glaciem is a neutral pack with a spin of good alignment stirred in. As the Alphess, I intend to have my members treat each other like family...to realize that they are all family, no matter where they have come from." She took a deep breath and continued. "Glaciem is a pack that will be one for support, loyal wolves, and the kind of members who will stand tall for the beliefs we go by. For the most part, we are a small pack, but still very new. We have hunters, warriors, and healers, but lately, we have been doing more healing than the other two...One step at a time, I suppose." She softly chuckled and looked at Phoebe with a soft gaze. "And you, Miss Matriarch? What does Pantheon stand for?"