Magnolia. The first Queen. Heir of Sunflower.
1// (11/12/2020) The pack's coming together.I try to remind myself. They're feeding us through a harsh winter in the tundra, we keep everyone entertained, even all these-- nameless, worthless cubs. She digs her claws into the ground. No, she couldn't pretend that everything was fine. Nobody truly respected her as the leader of the pack, despite her good job and well training. Nobody... nobody...
They all look up to HER. Foxglove, the wanderer she brought in with an act of mercy, who offered medicines. Her whole family died of plague. How tragic.
No matter. Nobody can challenge the royal blood. Nobody would even consider suggesting a heir that was not of her own making. Power will stay within her lineage. Always, and forever.
2// (11/28/2020) A few outstanding pups survived the move back to the mountains. The tundra bore no herbs, and while she was okay with this; Foxglove rose a proper stink about it. How hard it was to treat even the most basic of illnesses, how the hunters kept getting frostbite- everyone demanded a move. When she didn't respond, they started preparing for a move without her direction.
The hunting party speared the move, yes? Bat Orchid was her breeding male, so she couldn't exactly purge him. But the other four.... yes, these four pups will be great replacements. He had grown so close to them; perhaps it will teach them to behave.
Meanwhile, Foxgloves all excited! She'd heard one thing or another about eating something called a jellyfish- a jellyfish???- to increase her lifespan. Magnolia wants to laugh, but she still needs her herbalist to treat her when she got ill, so she has to keep it to herself. Foxglove cannout outlive the royal family, after all.
White Mountains
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