Cara was less than pleased to be summoned and she didn't hesitate to show it. Not even Kaname's gentle kiss on the crown of her could stop her from expressing her discomfort, with gestures as well as vocally. Though she received his gesture with no more than a low exhale, she was quick to pull away, her pale eyes holding an unreadable expression as they waited for her homonym archenemy to arrive. I don't need you to do that She muttered through gritted teeth, her voice still soft and delicate as it has always been with him.

Though she really wanted to say she didn't need him to even get in the way of her and Mara she bit her tongue, knowing that Kaname had been her right hand since her first rise to power, and that through his undying loyalty he had proved he wanted the best for her. Besides wasn't this whole mate-ship thing about compromise and helping and giving? If it meant making him happy while holding the possibility of scolding and humiliating the girl, maybe Cara could give it a try.

And speaking of the devil.
Like she had had some kind of cue, the infamous bitch walked into the scene, her eyes never daring to meet Cara's face, or figure. Well bad news for her, acting as if she were a ghost won't spare her from the haunting she'd receive. With her lips curling upwards slightly to reveal her shining teeth she watched the female interact with Kaname, daring to give him a smile right under her own nose!
Maybe it was the newly acquired titles they had set onto one another, or maybe just the fact she was completely pissed off, but never had Cara felt more possessive over another wolf, over a man.

Even if she was sure the assassin would rather skin her than get into her fugly skin, she could not help but feel a rush of hot fury climb up her esophagus as she watched the girl look at him with those idiotic eyes of hers. It was then that Kaname began to speak, mentioning not only their status as a couple (something that would have made Cara uncomfortable if it were on another situation) but the fact that soon, she would again rise to her throne; where she belonged.

And I don't tolerate insubordination . She barked sharply, whilst holding her gaze straight into the female's eyes.

It was not the situation or heavy tension lingering between them what Cara could not stand, it was the female's sickening overconfidence and her thoughts she was the best when she was really just a piece of crap that had proved to have absolutely no clue about how a pack functioned. With her lips still drawn back and the bridge of her muzzle wrinkled to form a nasty snarl, the yearling awaited the female's answer -- not at all surprised when instead of taking her chance to surrender and hold on to the inexistent bit of dignity she had she began to blabber senseless obscenities; which to Cara's ears sounded like nothing but bullshit.
But again what could be expected of her, she was a talking piece of shit wasn't she.

Despite Cara's evident slim build Mara still went on to call her 'fat', when really it would be a couple of months added with other things, before she showed any signs of incrementing her sides. But of course poor malnourished bitch Mara would see her as fat -- the poor girl had an air-swelled head that only made her look skinnier.
So sad.

But now there as no time to feel pity (considering Cara was able of such); with the same speed in which Mara's mouth sputtered crap her words the soon-to-be Queen of the Ouroboros let out a ripping growl of her own. I'll hang your nasty head on the door of my den She growled, her maw widening as she followed in her mate's steps to sink her teeth into the female's face.

If she wanted to get away from the Spine she'd have to survive her 'farewells' first. Suddenly the scene reminded her of her confrontation with the Isle traitor, Majesty, in the beginnings of Autumn. Cara had killed the fucker by gouging his eyes out, but what fun would using the same method be?
Let's shake things up.
With savage snarls erupting from her chest and her teeth snapping around the female's head, she dove for one of the female's ears, all intents of clenching her jaws and ripping it off clear in her mind.

In the midst of the madness and chaos, the bitch was miraculously able to avoid the Queen's jaws. As she felt the tufts of the targeted ear slip easily form her reach Cara emitted a nasty growl from the depths of her chest -- which continued to grow stronger as she realized that in order to avoid her merciless blows the idiotic fuck was inching closer to Kaname. While Cara would have liked to yell she was a coward by directing her blows to him alone when it was with her who she had a problem she remained silent, eager to prove to herself as well as the bitch that the title of assassin was not one he wore just for the fun of it.

It was then, as she tried to reciprocate his attack by lifting her paw towards him, that Cara decided she would not only hang her head in the doorstep of her den but also use her skin as a 'welcome' mat, so every time she stepped inside her home she'd have something to clean the dirt of her paws.
Then she could be finally treated as the disposable rag she truly was.

With her lips drawn back to reveal a menacing snarl she lunged forward once more, holding on to her stubborn desire of ripping her to shreds right then and there, or leaving her crippled so that she'd die of natural causes later on. While she had initially aimed for the bitch's throat, the sudden trashing and brusque movements of her victim made the trajectory of her blow take another course, this time towards her shoulder; though this never changed the intentions of breaking through her skin and using her grip to shove the bitch into the floor (again).

Cara had temper.
And a bad one once you bothered her, but at least she also had the sense and intelligence to know not to mess with two pissed off wolves in their own turf.

The Spine had turned into a battle ring.
And while the vast expanse of land tended to rest in silence, today the demons had been woken and as the three wolves fought savagely against each other, the crests of the characteristic mountain range that gave the pack its name began to simply echoe and amplify the vicious cries and snarls that were ensued.

While Kaname managed to make the bitch fall flat on her face, Cara swerved to the other side of her trashing form, always seeking to find the right time and place to strike the offender's throat. As she moved she noticed the pathetic attempt she made to reach her with the tip of her claws while still being held by the assasin.

She parted her mouth to reveal a menacing snarl and without hesitation or warning she lunged, her teeth aimed at the flesh on the female's scruff at the nape of her neck. Again she seeked to shove the bitch's face to the floor, and scrape her filthy mouth against the floor. If she would not apologize for her insolent behavior, Cara would make her swallow her words -- or in this case some dirt.

The bitch's screechy whines did little to the enraged yearling who continued to seek the female's flesh with her outstretched jaws; but using the same technique of a cowardly pest the female trashed around, liberating herself from their grasp as she limped away. The taste of blood mixed with the small remains of her fur clinging to the Spine Queen's mouth was an exquisite victory, but even if they had proved themselves trimphant, it was not as delightful as having her lifeless body at her feet would have been.

With her lips curling back to reveal bloodied fangs Cara howled into the night sky, letting everyone of the Spine wolves know that no longer, or even would the wolf Mara be allowed in their grounds. In between the announcement rode a serious threat, a cold command for everyone of her wolves: Kill her at sight.

It was then that the loser's angry threat reached the female's ears, causing only more hatred and rage to build up inside the aspiring-mother's body. I'll have your head as trophy she promised as she flashed past the growling assasin and behind the small bitch.
Unlike Kaname, Cara would resign to watch her stumble away, she'd chase her personally off pack lands so that the cold and her injuries could consume her or she'd kill her off with her own force; whichever came first.
This was an offense the grudgeful Queen would never give Mara the luxury of forgetting.