It starts

No rush, sure, if only everyone could lay off the pressure. First becoming mates with the alpha and now providing the pack with an heir. Well, excuse her, but if wasn't plainly evident, she wasn't even an adult yet. Did other yearlings go through the same problems? Oh, like every other canine her age would happen to become an alpha because their lover just happened to create a pack. Thanks. She didn't ask to lead a pack, especially not now, when she clearly wasn't qualified for the job. Maybe when she was much older, and certainly more wiser, would she have considered her own pack. Maybe - that was a highly unlikely maybe. But she loved Myriad, if that contradicted all her raw emotions, and yes, she was proud of Rivaxorus, proud to be his queen. Originally she hadn't thought such a rank would exist - the secondary alpha. She had just wanted to be a mere warrior; an average pack-mate sitting in the backdrop, until the Tsubasa rank came along. And she just found herself in it - the queen of Myriad. One day a student of Fiori and the next a queen. Okay, let's just go with the flow.

For once he had suggested some useful advice. Huh. Leading the pack and keeping it afloat seemed like a good plan, while everything else would somehow fall into place. She had to admit; that did take some of the pressure off from her shoulders, especially coming from one of the most unlikely canines to utter such words in that sequence. Was it possible for the grey male to have such a positive influence? "I guess you're right," she agreed with a nonchalant shrug, feeling like he should receive some credit. Wait, wait a minute, hold up. Was she agreeing with him? And actually saying it to his face? Woah, what had happened to her? Maybe this alpha rank was maturing her more than she expected.

As he sought her rubies, his following inquiry brought a small frown to her ebony features. Scolding? Why would she? Yes, she was a leader with an apparent abundance of power, though that didn't mean she could misuse that power. She didn't want to be a dictator, or like that Sin Hellstrom. She wanted to respect her pack-mates, and in return she expected that same level of respect back. And yes, he had stepped out of line, she had to admit, though she was willing to spare him. "Oh, I think I'll give you a warning for now," she replied in a light yet slightly stern tone. This didn't mean he could always push her buttons, and there would come a day when her patience would run out - when there would be no warnings left. Hopefully he wouldn't get to that stage; she didn't expect him to.