"Well, like we've said, the three that stand to benefit the most is me, Lance...and you.  And this isn't something you or I would do, and Lance isn't smart enough to pull this off."  She said as she settled back into her seat at the bar, and began to eat the meal he offered.  It brought back warm memories of her younger years.  For humans, this entire thing would probably be weird, but wolves were different, they were longer lived and age differences like this weren't unheard of.  Her parents had been about 30 years apart in age, but really it was more like five human years, a gap but nothing odd.<br/><br/>"Lance has that friend, the one that got into trouble a lot when we were kids.  Ryan.  He had several run-ins with my parents for crossing the pack lines, and I know Lance's parents hated him too.  The kid's a troublemaker, or at least, he was."  Maybe Lance wasn't vying for power, maybe one of his friends was pushing things, like they thought.  Roxie continued to eat as she thought about the different possibilities, and who would have done this.<br/><br/>"You're hitting the beer a little hard tonight, is that normal?"