Perhaps it was because of her loss of memory, and lack of a past that had her so suspicious, so jaded by the world. She could have been ANYTHING as a wolf..And it made her suspicious of others and their intentions, and made her pay far more attention to her gut instincts than most. She, like Shade, hoped that the worries she had of the other were unfounded. When he told his story, she listened, frowning at the news that his mate had left, leaving her two young pups behind to starve. It had her thinking highly of Anastasia, but also feeling bad for the dark-pelted male standing before her. Spectre stepped forward to close the distance, taking a chance and lifting her muzzle in an attempt to brush it along her leaders cheek. She had intended it to be a comforting gesture, and not anything relating towards a dominance match of any kind.
Pulling away, she lowered her head once again, wagging her tucked tail nervously. "For what it is worth, both you and Anastasia are doing fine jobs as alphas.. I have seen nothing wrong in the way you two have led the pack..I just..I fear for the stability." Of the pups who were abandoned by their mother at such a young age, how could they hope to come to terms with something like that? Was it even possible? How could they come to accept another female as their 'mother' as they grew older. Adsila already had a stubborn streak within her, one Spectre hoped to attempt to curb towards hunting rather than being hot headedly arrogant. A pack hunt would be likely to help bond them together as a pack, and she offered her alpha a smile. "Who will be leading the hunt? And who will be remaining behind to keep the children out of danger?" Spectre was well aware of the danger a hunt could pose to young pups.. Even if they were a few months old. The prey could bolt their direction, or another predator could be drawn by the sounds of a pack hunting in search of a free meal.