Delilah trotted down to the clearing where Irina held her meetings. She was wincing from her bruises and scratches, gained from practices with Belladonna. The delta was insane-Delilah swore she cheated. She had so many healing cuts and bruised bones from being slammed around. 

The newbie she'd been stalking was here. He was a handsome thing, all starry fur and pretty eyes. Delilah nodded to all the wolves. Queen Irina, Belladonna, Mother. Newbie whose name I don't know. Rachel choked on the air. 

Delilah sat down. Where's Sloane? Also Belladonna, please do not slam me into next week. Next time let me pound you. She curled her banner around her legs. The clearing was cold and snowy, and she didn't like it. She had to find a way to harden up. And not Belladonna's stupid bone-crusher moves. She was sick of those. Delilah really wanted to prove herself, but how could she when every other day, she was sore and bloodied?