The relocation of her assets hadn't ensued without episode. The great exodus is merely the third to unfold within recent memory. And luckily for the Jezebel, the chieftain wasn't the sort to harbor grudges. The grievances of yesteryear were immaterial when contrasted against the prevailing threat. And while her seat at that table was currently tentative. The Jezebel was sure she'd substantiate her usefulness soon enough.
These fresh pair of eyes allowed Samara to evaluate the dynasty's stability bereft of bias. Unlike most who inhabited the court, she wasn't blinded by their success. A commodity, while seemingly inconsequential, was deceptively high in value. And, given her expertise when it came to economics, she deemed herself an invaluable component of the regime. Such smugness would fleetingly merit her the skepticisms and ire of a few. A challenge that the lioness was more than willing to contend with.
The giants of this wooded providence were a peculiar lot. Far be it from her to oppugn their customs, given she was a guest. No, she'd keep such idle opinions to herself while engaging with them. After all, only a fool would dispute their advancements as anything short of awe-inspiring. In actuality, Samara was a tad covetous. The yield that the spider had sown and reaped dwarfed the bovine's victories. No matter, she'd soon cull a bounty to designate as her.
Samara grew tired of the nobility's inquisitions. That constant streaming of inquiries and suspicions, while warranted, was misplaced. Why would she seek to dismantle the only bastion left to her? What benefit could instilling such chaos offer the affluent heifer? Such inanity was a waste of her time and skillsets. No matter, she had weathered their disdain and arose against the odds. And whether or not the leaders of the realm admitted it. They couldn't deny the reward for accepting her brilliance.
Confidently, the crimson menace sashayed through the halls of the palace. Their trophies and trinkets had caught her eye. However, amidst their displays stood an awkward absence of gold. No doubt they fancied their bone, but skeletal material alone wouldn't suffice for fueling their economy. Ostensibly, they might appear indestructible. Nonetheless, Samara possessed enough acumen to spot their weakness. And rather than enlighten them, she'd use their ignorance to solidify her position within this fellowship.
The Jezebel smiled, her mind concocting a scheme. And while perhaps a tidbit solipsistic of her. Samara understood that her triumphs partially profited the collective. And without them, she was indeed vulnerable. Nevertheless, such aspirations would be quelled. Well, at least for the time being.