Alpha you're acting weird, but he's still similar enough that she's not sold on attacking quite yet. She liked Alpha. She had learned to trust him. This ... wasn't Alpha but it wasn't not Alpha, and it's leaving her in quite a dilemma.

Why is he poking his chest. What does that mean. Her claw idly itches at her own chest in response, a mimic more than any true understanding. She bends her head low and hisses, but then sidesteps in a sort of stalling dance while she's still trying to figure him out.