This place was complicated. It was a strict hierarchy and as a fresh joiner, Isabella was nothing more than a pebble here. They considered her as part of Salsola, but not yet worthy to be part of the family. Not like she was complaining much; they knew her but did not know her in the way they would. True, it was an honor to become one of the Family, but Isabella was in no rush to do that. She was content now without clients but with a place to sleep at night. Granted, her first night had been the most deplorable one she had ever had, curled up in a tiny den with dirt under her shifted belly and roots poking into her back. After, she had found a new one, near a ruin to call home. For now.
Kissing ass in this pack was rather important, she saw. Gifts for the leaders, obedience to the family, and usefulness to all. Isabella had found that the pack kept slaves. Prior, she had little to no thoughts about them. But now she saw their usefulness. They were rather useful to her, the woman who had such high demands and high standards. She had employed a communal one to expand the den she had chosen. By the the time the slave had finished the work and been dismissed, Isabella had a much roomier den that it was twice her shoulder height on four legs. Her bags remained in the den and Ducky was tied to a tree outside. Once satisfied, Isabella left her new little den to find something to appease her lords with. Sirius was a demanding soul, she could tell. Perhaps she would come with a meal next time, maybe entice him to spend more for her services.
The game trails were not hard to find, since everything seemed relatively untouched by the canines in Salsola. Isabella lazily followed the trails to the border unintentionally, her mare now more trusting of her presence and of the other canines. She followed the trail to the river, having found little trace of herd or hare. Instead, she found a stranger in the river, away from the border. Perhaps he, another one already, thought Salsola was not near enough. Mounted, she called out to him, voice bored, "You're dangerously close to private lands, stranger." Isabella did not care much about Salsola, but figured warning off strangers was a good way to get brownie points.
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