Zillea

You catch Zillea barking orders to their packmates. They quickly shut up when they see you and feign innocence.

    ZILLEA WAS BORN INTO THE REDFEATHER PACK JUST BEFORE THE CONFLICT INCITED BY HER BROTHER, SORCOR. SHE often reflected on those times. How did that even happen? How neglectful did the alphas and adults of the pack have to be to allow her brother-- at the time just entering adolescence-- to make the connections that he did that allowed him to cause all the destruction that he did? Why on earth had she decided to become a part of it?
    As she stalked through the river glade on the lookout for her other brother she mentally kicked herself for the thousandth time and then shook her head to clear it. She had been too lazy or scared to fight for good when it mattered, and she resolved upon the end of Sorcor's failed reign to be better than the pack adults before her and never neglect her duties or the young wolves of the pack. Part of that was helping the reinstated alphas to finally choose a new beta. They had stalled for long enough, and, while it was understandable for them to spend a little more time than usual mourning their cousin, they had to think of the well-being of the pack as well.
    Zillea had already failed to be chosen as the new lead hunter-- which frustrated her, but was also understandable, she supposed, due to her age-- but she had no intention of failing to recommend her brother for beta. Drelas was a fine wolf, a great hunter, and, though young he had been a pivotal part of ending the conflict in the West. He was loyal to a fault, attempting to go along with his brother's nutty plan, but even after all that he chose good in the end and proved that his loyalty to the pack was stronger.
    It wasn't that she was ambitious. Not exactly. Not like her mother had been. She just wanted all of the pack's pivotal roles to be filled with the best wolves for the job. That way, none of the insanity that had happened before would be repeated. Hopefully.
    "Look alive, Drelas!" She called out as she came upon her brother napping on one of the warm, flat stones on the riverbank. She hopped up to sit beside him as he blinked his eyes open blearily.
    "I would rather look asleep, Zillea, what do you want?" Drelas turned his back to the she-wolf and curled tighter, shutting his eyes with a huff.
    Zillea poked and prodded him with a paw until he looked up at her with a grimace. "I need you to come with me. We're going to speak to the alphas about something." The dark-eyed she-wolf informed her brother.
    "If this is about that batty plan to have me become beta, you're out of your mind and I am not going to be involved. I've tried it once and it was truly awful."
    Of course, after a little more of this back and forth, and explaining that clearly with peace solidly reinstated things would be much better, the she-wolf got her brother off his rump and to the alphas' den. They were at first taken aback. They didn't quite know how to feel about promoting the wolf who had been Sorcor's beta, even though they and Sorcor had since reconciled. They were wary of anyone who had supported such chaos, even briefly. Again, understandable, Zillea had explained, but at some point they had to realize that her brother did not covet the role but performed its duties well. After a good while of debating they saw sense. The other wolves of age in the pack were already established in their roles, and some goodwill toward the former dissenters would go a long way.
    Zillea left the den feeling confident that her brother would do an admirable job and keep the pack in line as well as accountable.