The Sunspire Just think of your prospects, my darling take heed:

There was a love for family, after all? A family which she flashed her fangs upon and narrowed cold anger towards. A family which she crushed down, disregarding their opinions, many of which objected. Her family which she had lived all her tiny little life with and she ignored them. All of them. She had changed. By the Gods, she had changed! It was as though she had wanted the fires to happen. Had laid in wait for the opportunity to crush the upbringing they once had so she could mold and form the pack into her own creation, her own views. 

Odessa, too, like her words her heart was crushed. Her jaw was tightened, body stiff. She wanted to leave. She did not want Celnes to be her King. The nonbeliever, the traitor. But she had no home to go back to now and the only family she had left were those which now stood with her here (yet hopefully more to find their way). She could only hope Celnes rule would not last long. That another, more fitting to their nature, might challenge her place. But the crone was old, and knew not if she would live to see the day. Her way of life was shattered. Happiness, gone. She didnt want to live to see the day this would happen, but unfortunately had. 

High Elk... forgive us for our sins... She whispers, eyes to the skies. She couldn't even look at her newly pronounced King then to even speak to her. Her words would not be heeded anyhow, it seemed. Her years of training the children amongst her all but forgotten. She had failed. She prayed then, silently to herself (though @Calhoun may hear cause she right next to him) for the High Elk to be merciful and take her to the heavens with him soon.