Estelle emerged from the leaves. Her violet eyes glowed. “Queen Irina!” she barked. “I come in peace. I want to join your pack!” She could’ve just howled, but Estelle wanted to leave the queen no qualms. She wouldn’t want to lose her life when she had so much ahead of her.
Her do-gooding sister, Willow, and her babyish brother, Weiss. Ugh. They were’t even Estelle’s full siblings. If war was breaking out in Starfall, she would dominate those two. Willow had it in her to hurt, but not kill. Weiss would be dead within a week. They’d likely both perish.
And Estelle? She was bloodthirsty. She was the best hunter of her group, even a better huntress than Willow. Willow had that magic horn to conjure food, but that was lazy. Estelle had hunted with her fire, her wings and her claws. She’d sunk her teeth into countless rabbits, roasted countless geese, shredded several voles just to keep herself and her siblings alive. How had they fared without her? She wouldn’t waste energy on wondering. When this war broke out, she, Estelle, the Huntress, would dominate the field.
That is, if she had found a home in Nightingale. Estelle flexed her claws.