Ouroboros Spine [Moose Herding Quest?]

An indescribable fury seized Ptarmigan when he dared speak to her again, this time spouting out nonsense, as far as she was concerned. Where he was pulling his assumptions from, she was unsure. Kaname had not spoken to her so rudely, nor had Cara, nor Mordecai, not until the rally. She had allowed all of them to keep their stations despite their total disrespect at her pack rally, because Mordecai's soft interjections had kept her from throwing the lot of them out on their asses, but she'd also made it plain that she wouldn't tolerate another lick of attitude from any of them, yet here he was, acting like it was the most baffling thing in the world.

“Are you stupid?” she asked, whirling around with her hackles prickled haughtily and her ears thrust aggressively forward. Everything about her screamed pissed off Alpha, minus her lack of experience in the position. “I didn't say or do anything to you, you ignorant dog, and you dare insult me for no reason?” How he could possibly have meant no offense was entirely beyond her. Ptarmigan almost screamed, "who the fuck insults someone without meaning to," but her tongue wrapped itself tightly around the words and kept them down. The moose below were shifting uneasily, no doubt roused by the snapping of the female wolf above them, but she didn't care anymore. The moose could leave, and they could all starve.

“I'm done with your crap, and theirs. I made that pretty damn clear. One more disrespectful word out of you and I'll kill you, too.” And she stood there, staring him down with furious eyes. Despite being a complete jackass not seconds earlier, and despite her giving him the lowest rank in the entire pack and doing him a favour by not throwing him out on the cusp of autumn, he hadn't dropped his head satisfactorily, and anger surged through her breast once more. Suddenly she was moving forward, toward him, and stretching out her opened jaws toward his snout.

“Submit,” she demanded in a curdled growl, “NOW!”