Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

Her attention darted around the group, to Cicero who she hadn't expected such hostility from, to Venus who had wholefully disrespected her, to Mikasi who was now sending angry glares at Kove, to Damien who seemed awfully miffed she had not caught his attention. All the drama made her seem quite uncomfortable, for she wanted to be everywhere at once. What she did not expect was for her to feel hostile to Mikasi who clearly wanted a challenge with Kove. He would not win of course, but she felt protective as she would over anyone else she cared for. She would deal with Venus later, sending her a warning growl right back. She did not like to flaunt her rank but there was a time she would use it to silence those who stepped out of line. 

At first, a look of confusion was clear on her face as she turned to Cicero. As far as she knew, he hadn't wanted to move up in the ranks, so she figured something else was motivating him to challenge her as well. Her lip curled up, exposing her teeth that quivered as a low snarl emerged from within. It grew louder as Damien's grew in volume itself. Her tail continued to swish back and forth, but raised in a show of dominance. All muscles had tensed, though she did not make a move to fight. If they wanted one, they could come to her and she would not simply assume that all matters were resolved by fighting. A simple display of dominance would do just fine, as Cicero didn't look like he was going to lunge at the moment. She found that Damien was most likely to use force to retake his rank, so her eyes set trained on him, her body shape growing in size as an intake of breath made her appear to be just a bit bigger than she was. 

As she made a move to take take her share of the meal, her peripherals watched every movement from behind her. Damien had jumped at the carcass as soon as Burke had left, leaving her to snarl heavily back at him though her tail did not tuck under, instead did her hair rise, a hostile yet warning look about her. She would have her share, no matter what the brat thought he could claim. Her ears began to quiver downwards yet did not fully flatten, waiting to see his reaction to her defiance.