Ankyra Sound And raised up to be the rebel, I was made with a little bit of fire, you see.

She did know by the time she arrived.

She wasn't thinking about the fact that she had no desire to lead.  She wasn't thinking of how Erzulie would feel about this, though her wife's reaction was something she'd likely have to deal with later.  Rosalyn was growing to like him, but she did not trust him, and her unbalanced emotions at the moment were leaning heavily on one thought - he would try to enforce his position on her children.  A position and power she was not willing to give.

Her fur spiked as she approached, but this was the only warning she gave.  Doubtless he'd won the title fairly from the witch - well, now he'd need to win it from her too.  As fear and anger overrode reason, Rosalyn lunged for him, aiming to snap in from the side and unbalance the larger wolf.