Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

The truth was, Zaahira didn't fully know how to answer that. Sucking in a deep breath, she allows the thin mountain air to fill her lungs, holding it until it hurts. A drawn-out exhale, and with it, her eyes hood. To think. 
Her knees tuck close to her chest, ochre tail flush against the outside of her thigh. Raven, she rasps, a tilt to her head. Raven gone, now. And with her raven gone, her respect for her Alpha had begun to dwindle. Which she did not know how to cope with. How could he watch as his own women turned against each other over something so simple? The crooked grin he held, the power in his shoulders as he sat back. The blood—
What if it had been her? 
A serpentine paw stretches outward, pointing to the little devil. Dove, that would be her name. There could never be another raven. does Dove like the Lake?