Nathaira

The battle was over, the war had been one. Breathing heavy and with blood dripping from her muzzle, Nathaira looked around, taking in who was still standing, and who was not.
Her sisters were there, she could spot most of her extended family as well, Lessa and a few others. All bloodied, some wounded, but alive. Not everyone had been that lucky, the bodies of countless wolves littered the ground.
Then, the realisation hit her. We have done it!, she thought, We have built our own empire. Now, we are free! Rising her head in pride, she let out a loud victorious howl, more and more of the survivors joining in.
There were still many things to do to establish true peace, but the first step was completed. She was the queen of an entire country now, with nobody left to seriously oppose her.
"Let it be known", Nathaira called out, her voice carrying far over the battlefield. "From now on, there is a safe place for all the outcasts! I will assure that any wolf under my leadership is protected and has the resources they need to become whatever they dream of."
Of course, it sounded easier than it would be. Laws had to be made and enforced, supplies and trading routes assured, the borders had to be protected, and hundreds of smaller tasks awaited after that.
One step at a time. she told herself. First, I will let aunt Sunny know that it is done. Tonight we celebrate, everything else can wait until tomorrow.