Mi amor

The she-wolf sauntered into the clearing with a sway in her step, her striking black-and-white coat gleaming in the sunlight. Her green eyes scanned the pack, her gaze sharp and appraising. "You may call me Mi Amor," she declared, her voice as smooth as silk.

The pack exchanged uneasy glances. Her presence was bold, her confidence almost unsettling. She carried herself like royalty, even with her belly swollen with pups.

Riftbound was the first to step forward, his expression unreadable. "Why are you here?" he asked plainly.

Mi Amor tilted her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "A lady doesn't linger where she's no longer appreciated," she said, her tone airy yet pointed.

"And why weren't you appreciated?" Madre pressed, her tone skeptical.

Mi Amor's smile faltered for the briefest moment, but she recovered quickly. "Ah, the reasons are trivial, I assure you," she said dismissively. "What matters is that I carry the future of a great lineage, and I seek a safe haven."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The pack was silent, their curiosity buzzing like an unseen current. No one pressed her further, but the unspoken question lingered: What had happened in her old pack to drive her away?

Roost exchanged a look with Ashen, and after a moment of quiet deliberation, he nodded. "You can stay," he said, his voice steady. "For now."

Mi Amor's smile returned, radiant and unbothered. "How generous of you," she purred, her green eyes gleaming with a hint of something unreadable.

As the pack dispersed, Phantom muttered to Petechia, "There's more to her story. Mark my words."

Petechia nodded but said nothing, her watchful gaze lingering on the enigmatic newcomer.