~ SASHA ~
Sasha spent fifteen minutes with that group of females, finally lighting on the idea of appointing mini-alphas. She asked the brunette, and the female she'd been speaking to when Sasha arrived, to split the group into two parts.
"Each of you will form a clan," she said, praying she wasn't going to create more confusion by using the terms wrong. "The alpha, a second, and the rest of the group will file through—whenever an instruction is given to the alpha, they pass it to the second, and so on. Make sure everyone knows who they're listening to, and who they're passing information to. We can't afford for anyone to be left out, or forgotten."
The brunette—Pysa, she learned—caught on quickly and started answering questions and arranging the women. As soon as Sasha was certain that group was in good hands, she walked out and approached the next. Then the next.
