Feeling so faithless

This was it - Myriad. She had never thought her lover's dream of having his own pack, as he had told her when they were children, would come to life so...beautifully. That wasn't a word she used very often. Every part of the pack she just loved. Seeing the pack emerge and travelling alongside the alpha's side for every step of this journey was truly something to be proud of. Of course there had been a few setbacks, she couldn't move on from those to this day. Though at least two pieces of her precious family had been restored. If only her mother could see her now, being a secondary alpha, a queen. Yeah, that could use some work - the alpha business. She wasn't entirely certain what it was that a secondary alpha does. Sure, she has equal power and authority as the alpha himself, but was she meant to do everything he did? Just follow his lead?

So far she had learnt that she needed to reach out to her packmates. Interact with them. Talk to them. Learn who they are and what they want from Myriad. How Myriad can be improved, a better home. Learn how they can strive and achieve their personal best. And as well as listening, she had do something about it; make those changes. She could understand the importance of connecting with her pack-mates, but interacting wasn't a skill she was too strong in. Was she even the right wolf for the position? But maybe, just maybe, it was for the best. Perhaps she could improve herself with this rank; become a better Zephyra. Not the whiny brat she had always been.

There were a few in the pack she didn't know, and as daunting as it was, she had to meet them, face-to-face. And actually talk to them. Nicely. And act like an alpha, for that was what she was now. She couldn't act like a little girl, as young as she was. She had to be mature, like she knew what she was doing inside out. But how? How could she do that? How does one manage the heavy responsibilities weighing down on their shoulders? To clear her mind, she found herself taking a stroll through the woods and remarking the borders. Perhaps she would find an unfamiliar face or someone willing to help her little stresses out, not that she wanted to admit it.