She still didn't feel integrated into the pack like she should've. Maybe it was because Noe was new at this whole wolf thing, but she felt kind of like she was doing this wrong. Mostly she tried to stay out of the way and do some adventuring on her own through the snowy forest, but she was still learning the lay of things and the way of things. In truth, she felt awkward and unsure, and she didn't like it.

Monty, though. Monty helped.

The pack was holding a vote for leadership. Noe had stayed out of it, her own voice useless in the meeting. She'd taken the time to nap, but she felt restless, and the sleep was little more than a doze at best.

Familiar pawsteps approached and Noe sprang to her feet, tail swishing excitedly before stilling in concern. Monty's steps sounded heavier, angrier, and Noe didn't know why.

"Monty," she greeted warmly regardless, padding over to him and stopping what she hoped was an appropriate distance away. His voice came from a little lower, so she crouched, putting them closer to eye level.

Brows knitting in confusion, she tipped her head. "I'm alright," she said, if only to reassure him. What was going on?

Cautious, she crept forward a bit, undoubtedly getting into his space. "Why was it wrong?" she asked, hoping to coax him into speaking.