The Sentinels the roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word

"Less familial?" she asks, her ears pricking. "Well-- what would you suggest?" she asks curiously, her head tilting gently to the side. "I'm only following the path your father had laid out-- it seems that the rest of the pack has always been keen on his leadership," she adds with a flick of her tail, "But, I am the alpha now, I'm ready to take any advice or critique you have on the pack." 

It was true. Since Lasher had left she'd been an absolute wreck of emotions-- uncertainty playing a large part in all of her actions. She'd done nothing but follow Lasher's ways, falling right to his welcome to wolves who showed up at their border. Osprey was helpful, sure, but she was old and used to Lasher's ways as well. Even in all of her stress and anxiety, her desire to learn and grow shone through, her white eyes flitting to Constantine as they walk, waiting for a concept to grasp.