Blacktail Deer Plateau You've been blessed your whole life

With her aunt's guidance, Saena settled on the forest floor and forced herself to pick up the feverfew. Within seconds, a horribly bitter taste assaulted her tongue. Screwing up her face, the adolescent forced herself to swallow it, then gasped as though it was the most horrible sensation in the world. "That's gross," she muttered, shoving her face back into the lavender in hopes it would take that taste away somehow.

She twisted her ear back to Aunt Willow then, focusing on the latter half of her statement about love. "It seems pretty risky," she said. Saena wasn't much of a risk-taker. She was a Gamekeeper, yes, but those risks were calculated ones, and often she got away without any harm. Love didn't seem as predictable as prey, and she thought silently that she would probably never fall into it if she couldn't calculate it, although subconsciously she probably knew that it was inevitable.

The Beta female went on to ask her about being Alpha, and to this, Saena frowned. "Change? Why would I change anything?" To her, Blacktail Deer Plateau was already a pretty functional, self-sustaining pack. It didn't need to be changed, except maybe to get rid of misogynistic crap-heads like Koda, but that wasn't her decision to make, even if she was Alpha. "Do I have to change anything to be an Alpha? Aren't we pretty good already?"