The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

Aria hesitates when Constantine speaks. He doesn't seem certain of his opinions, but his touch seems to suggest that she should calm down, and it soothes her momentarily. She leans against him briefly before turning back to the woman before her. "Deirdre has never not been kind," she says in an attempt to show her calming, but her gaze waivers from the woman, to the sea beyond them, to Constantine. 

"I do not fear you taking our home if you are so close to our Deirdre," she begins slowly, but her ears lower with concern. "But the prey has only just returned with the green, don't you realize the position that places Donnelaith in? And yourselves, for that matter. Two packs competing for herds and small-game is not reasonable-- especially since there is a whole coast for you all to settle in. Did you really need to pick the coast directly beside our pack?" she asks, shaking her head with dissapproval. She no longer sounds angry or hostile, simply uncertain and stressed out. 

"If you need to go back, I will lead you there," she glances to Constantine, hoping he'd accompany her. Last time she'd travelled to another pack to make peace, she was taken hostage and used for strange, uncivil rituatuals. "But I wish to speak with the wolf who will be in charge."