Emberwood the uneasy life of the wanderer

The black lady couldn't see, but Awol's face had formed a cross expression. His marrow stretched in reaction, his skin forming a faint snarl, it did not last though. He had some control over himself. But he had made a miniscule attempt to converse, and yet he was corrected with her 'wisdom'.
What was worse;
her being right or him being insecure about leadership?

"I understand," he sighed grouchily. "It seems you have dabbled in the prospect of leadership. At least, I would assume so." Awol could not determine if she had experienced being an alpha, but it didn't seem so. 

"Why don't you tell me your story, it would be a start, correct?"