Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

Damien's reaction to her claim of superiority told her that her next move would be the last negotiating they would do. But she would not submit to him just because he felt he was most fit to become Beta, or closer to power. It would take more than just determination to push her out the way. Damien took his share of the meal as she did, neither of them denying themselves food. Cicero had the same idea before Damien had snapped at him too. What you want to eat the whole thing? She couldn't help but scowl. 

Finally did her hears flatten to meet her skull, growls rippling through her as everything about her became ready to fight. And then she met his eyes. A challenge in itself. She was not afraid of him nor would she stand down to his ego. But she would not charge first, she had no mind for spontaneous actions at the moment. She detected no movement against her from anyone else, and in an instant did she dive into the elk again, furiously cramming as much as she could into her mouth before quickly chewing it down. She would not forfeit her right to eat, of all things. With a gleam in her eyes did she wickedly smile at the snarling male in front of her. It was a taunt, but she didn't care. She wanted it over and done with, waiting and sizing each other up could only stall for so long.