Te young woman lifted her gaze from the book she had been reading all afternoon, dressed in a short skirt and a blouse though she knew her father would make her change before leaving to witness the young males of the pack demonstrating their power and trying to win over the females they wanted for the season. She'd always though it was barbaric and inefficient though she was in no place to do anything about it since she was not only a woman, but of breeding age as well. Sure, the men were sweet to her, though that was only because of who her father was and how much influence and power she would give them over the other wolves. Not to mention she was an exotic beauty with her deep red hair and lavender eyes among a group that consisted mostly of females with dark hair and dark eyes after living the lives that they had for so long. A soft sigh escaped between pale rose lips as she closed the book on her lap and looked out the window towards the grounds that which she would witness the pointless fighting and competition this year with a front row seat. 

As a woman walked into the room she stood and set aside the volume, clearly planning on taking it with her, regardless of the threat of blood stains during the fights. It wasn't her book regardless and it wasn't her problem if it got blood on it. At least half the collection in the moderately sized library had some form of stain on it or another. She walked toward her and allowed herself to be led towards her dressing room where the dress was waiting for her. It was heavy, with soft silks and expensive velvet's that her father had commissioned made for her for this very day. He'd put off having her participate for the last two years because he had wanted only the best to remain for her then and now that she was at her prime mating age is was eager to find a suitable mate for her this year. Whoever it was would father a very strong son indeed. 

It was hours later when they started to gather, many men and woman outside and ready to begin, several already showing off to those they coveted though many waited for the appearance of the crimson haired wonder. She walked from the house then, following the path to where she was going to sit and watch, passive and silent. Unimpressed and bored. She sat, crossing her legs beneath her dress and opened the book in her lap as several males called out to her and wished for her favor though she never handed the length of cloth to anyone. No one deserved it, because she liked no one in such an uncivilized and male dominated society. In the wild, women held the real power and yet here they were given away or taken like chattel to be bought and used for their own gains and pleasures. How could any of the girls here possibly enjoy this?