The Sentinels house of the rising sun

As the white witch did, the pale alphess rose each morning with the morning sun. She used this peaceful time to reflect on her chores for the day and to groom her thick, white fur. As she nibbles at a bur at the bottom of her spine, she hears her name called by a woman whom she'd not really aquainted herself with. She had been present during pack hunts and occassional border patrols-- but she'd never had a one on one conversation with her. As the alpha, she was obligated to go, so the snowy princess rises to her paws and padded towards the woman's voice.

She arrives proud as ever, her posture straight. She greets the other with a dip of her head and a wag of her tail. "Morning," she says swiftly, remembering how Constantine had thought her formal greeting was too cold. "Is everything okay, Rowan?" she asks, not yet settling on the ground. She makes note of the fairy circle, and the fact that they are near Lasher's den, but does not comment.