The pressure applied by his jaws held her glued to the spot, she was not being pinned against the ground violently, but she knew that any attempts to shake herself free would only worsen the situation. She was literally caught between the blades of his teeth and the ground, with no possibility other than to oblige to his desires.

Her words were simply sliding through one ear and out the other how ironic, there was nothing she could say to make him see the situations through her eyes; after all he was entitled to refuse to do it since it had been her who had blinded her eyes to him as well. With jagged breaths slipping past her lips, Cara's knees began to buckle, sending her slowly into surrender.

She tried her best to keep still as her flank touched the floor, even as the fire in her insides urged her to keep kicking and fighting she resisted. She might've lost the battle, but she had not lost her spirit. He had broken through the hard shell that covered her ego but he had not managed to crush her will to fight. No one ever would.

A last huff erupted from her chest as he continued to apply pressure onto her, giving the final push to readjust the unsteady bridges of the pack's hierarchy. Finally every single one of the yearling's muscles went limp, she had accepted his display of dominance but most importantly battled her own demons.
The possibility of rising throught this was there, all that remained was for them to take it.

Suddenly, the tight hug of his jaws around her neck loosened, giving the female a bit more comfort to breathe. However, his hot breath was still on her, so like a petrified deer standing in from of a car's headlights she remained motionless under his feet. A few seconds of silence rolled by, giving each a chance to recover their breath and start assimilating the recent events -- though for a girl like Cara, a couple of seconds were never enough. It had taken her around a month to grieve Jinx's death, now that it was her own death that was at hand the lapse of time recquired to recover would be much longer.

The journey to get herself down a righteous track would be slow and ardous --but not impossible to the relentless yearling. She breathed slowly, her flanks heaving as he began to speak, though she would've liked an inmidiate 'yes' she knew that just like her, he needed time. The jagged breaths that had been left by their collision soon faded, and where a frown laid just seconds before, a soft smile began to appear. "I am willing to" she barked, raising her muzzle of the cold floor ever so slightly, not with the intention of a challenge or complaint but to simply give strenght to her affirmation.

Then with her pale yellow eyes flickering over him she dipped her chin in a solemn nod. Though they had reached the same conclusion she had wanted to get, they had gotten to it through a different, much rockier path -- his path. But that did not matter, in the end, Cara had not lost anything more than the invisible crown over her head, if anything she had earned a much bigger something out of it all.

Though his jaws had not punctured her skin, she could not bring herself to shake away the phantom feeling of their tight grip around her neck. She took advantage of the subtle shift in his eyes and rose to her paws finally, holding herself with a much noticeable lower stance than the one she had adopted in the beginning of their encounter.

After a few seconds of uncertainty of what would happen next, Mordecai finally dismissed her, excusing himself too with the pretext he had to finish rounds. Cara's eyes bounced inmediately to him; after what had just happened he had not expected him to send her off so casually. Maybe he had already pushed the restart button -- and maybe she should too. Holding on to their past interactions would not allow them to move forward after all.

With her eyes lingering on his face for a brief second she nodded withouy even moving her lips to make a sound. Shutting up now was perhaps Cara's inital tests. She had already presented her case, and though she thought words would be the resourse that made him change his mind, she now knew it was actions what he was interested in. So with a solemn dip of her nose and a low chuff, she turned, slinking back into the path she had intended to follow before they ran into each other.

Her pace increased as she left his sight, she didn't want anyone with her right now, she just wanted to merge with the wind as she ran.
She would become one with the wind -- and if things turned out right, she would, in time harmonize with the Spine, and all of its members.