Ouroboros Spine [Moose Herding Quest?]

She reflected quietly on the male's manner when he indicated the moose below. Despite his odd way of speaking, he had a good point about the moose leaving. The Spine seemed to contain a great deal of moose, and losing them in the winter would impact them negatively.

She might have agreed with his plan, and agreed that it was needed. She might have worked together with him, built a rapport with him, shown a smidge of her true personality. They might have discovered something about one another.

Unfortunately, Sitri opened his big mouth instead.

She was flabbergasted momentarily. Yes, her fur was covered in drying mud, and she wasn't tertibly cleanly, but she hadn't said anything rude to him. She had kept the roll of her eyes to herself. The transformation in demeanour was sudden, and nothing he said past that point was heard. Her lips wrinkled back, her muzzle crinkled, and her ears shot dominantly up.

“Don't you dare speak to me that way,” she snarled, advancing dominantly on him with head thrust high and her hackles bristling. Assuming he submitted appropriately, she would gruffly tell him, “I'm tired of your undue rude comments. What's your problem?”

Potentially before he could even respond, Ptarmigan made a decision. “You will learn some humility in your new station as Omega. I won't tolerate your crap and neither should anyone else.” She glanced down at the moose and snorted. “Find someone else to help you. I'm not dealing with such a jerk.” As quick as that, she whirled away and began to depart.