Blackfeather Woods please don't let them look through the curtain

She had been calm, yet the news came to her in tidal waves. The alpha, her sister held an opposing Alpha's children within her. Her fury was beyond control. "Alpha? Did you not think to tell me this? Did you know think that this would have been important information to share, say we'd, gone to war with this pack?" She abruply stood up, potentially knocking over her child in the process. Atshen would recover, yet the shared information was something she could not simply forget. "That kind of information is not something you conceal, no matter the fear of judgement," Her anger was in no way tied to any hate for her sister, but the foolishness of her actions. The maternal side of her was brought out, as if she was reprimanding a pup of their wrongdoings. Yet, Althaia was not a pup, and she had the brain to think. Yet, it seemed, she was in the very least, not of the right maturity to handle such things. That, she could not blame her for. The insolence brought upon her was not of her doing yet could not easily be forgiven. 

She paced, a mixture of emotions swirling within her as she struggled to contain her temper. "You must not go back," She spoke, dead serious after a moment of silence. "Promise me you will have nothing to do with that pack ever again," Her cold eyes bore into her sisters, yet it was of a protective nature that caused her to meet the other with such strict emotions. The risk was to high, all the possible outcomes of being involved with that pack was far to great, a risk they could not take. If they came looking and did not like what they found, the following would be anything but pleasant; she was sure. As she looked to the dazed figure of her eldest child, she knew it was far to a cost to start a war over bastard children.