The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

He had a flash of distrust in her words that very moment – the desire to traipse through their lands and then refusing the offer to meet the man who laid claim upon their doorstop. Apparently, to walk through another territory was one-sided only – unless it was Deirdre.
 
Had the gray woman truly thought they could determine an alliance with a pup of another pack? Without an adult or figure of authority to address?
 
Deirdre then appeared, as if she knew of the transgressions that fell before her. Constantine’s eyes drifted to his sister, and while she brought him such joy at many times, the swarthy wolf could not help but feel her misguided in this very moment – and absolutely childish in her decisions.
 
Deirdre spoke, and Constantine tipped his muzzle slightly in her presence, addressing her with a quiet greeting, though his annoyance could likely be seen in the tautness of his jawline. Aria made to address his sister, and instead, the wraith kept his bright eyes upon their guest, feeling even more upset as she continued to speak.
 
"Please, lady, let us take the steps that lead us all to peace and to harmony. Longer is the road, but better is the reward." The words of the other implored his Alpha – as if Aria had spat in the others face, rather than bring forward a rather important question – come winter, when the seas remained frigid to the touch and made fishing almost impossible.. where would this pack seek its resources then? “She has done nothing to imply anything but peace – she has simply brought forward a justified question.”