Blackfoot Forest A hundred jewels between teeth

as the call arose for her presence as well as the packs, she considered staying behind. what was she to them? a commoner, a healer, a wife? the alpha did not know her own title, for none had called her an alpha in ages. it was not fair to them, to impose submission when none respected her for her rightful title. she was fooling herself and them when she made an apperance; had expected her to act like an alpha and take down keiregaard, or had they expect nothing from her at all. what had she truly proved to them that she was worthy of such a title. 

nothing. she could not even hold her own pack when aaron had forfeited his regin. 

yet, she pushed herself out of the shadows of the den, telling herself tht acting cowardly would only loose their respect even more. instead of hanging her head, she loped to thr group with pride, intent on assisting where she was capable. she would hunt, and she would prove that she was more than the ex-alpha's wife. she nears the group, suprised to see aaron too, but then pushes to the front, assuming her place as alpha female. her head is held high; scanning the group to see who had joined. her eyes zeroed in on an unruly looking female, no doubt one of keirkegaard's followers; and instantly feels threatened. while she was no match for the females rough looks; the woman would respect her as an alpha as well. 

"minna, this is your hunt. what do we do?" she changed attention to the female, her eyes full of determination. she awaited for the directions given by the girl, for she could not simply attempt it on her own. amara had not proven herself to hunt big game; but they needed it now, more than ever.