a thousand teeth, and yours among them

What the coastal Matriarch mistook for resentment was nothing but more than blatant curiosity. A morbid sense of intrigue towards finding out who was lurking around the old corridors of her pack's old reigns. Despite the fact that the land they now stepped on were not hers, Cara still continued to consider the mountain as part of her home; part of her.
It had been here where she had learned to embrace the lifestyle of a pack wolf and it had been here where her voyage towards what she was today had begun.

With her much paler eyes still peering directly into the raggedy female's haunting yellow orbs, Cara decided to cut the silence, Who are you? she barked, her cold tone holding some mild interest laced inbetween. Even with the discomfort the boldness of the female's stare brought onto the yearling she never faltered, and she never moved from her spot.

Injury was something Cara could not afford, and did not wish to enforce during this encounter.