Sage crossed through the familiar paths of the pack following her alpha's scent tensely. She was nervous to confront him directly and had considered talking to Clover. The thoughts of Khalon's snotty sneeze had her veering toward the other leader. She needed a break from the germ balls and the mother was probably overwhelmed and didn't need another child, although older, bothering her. The yearling sighed to herself. She didn't want to be a burden or problem to anyone. Was she choosing the right alpha? Viorel was intense. Intimidating, distant, and well he scared her. There was no beating around the bush on that.
The yearling followed his trail until it grew strongest, stopping out of eyesight, "V-Viorel, sir, may I talk to you?" She tried to ask as politely as possible with her shaky voice. Sage could feel the familiar shyness swelling within her, threatening to pull her away from the encounter. She twisted her paws in the dirt as if to firmly root herself to the spot she stood at.
"She speaks" She walks She thinks