Ouroboros Spine Don't Believe Me, Just Watch

He filled her in as easily as she'd asked. Though she would have loved to be there, Kroc had understood the need for it to be the Alpha pair. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of a coyote having anything to do with a wolf pack, other than its bones decorating their borders. "It probably did. The fucking weasel." The tank was no fan of the species and even hybrids made her leery. Echelon, thus far, was the only one she accepted the presence of. 

"I said the same fuckin' thing. Any bastard that lingers signs their own damned death warrant." Though the Plains bitch had been dragged back, it had been done so as a message. The wolves of the Spine were not going to play this game any longer. Outsiders were not appreciated and would be met with violence every single time. "That pack must be full of retards." Her voice, though gruff, was intoned with amusement. How any wolf survived on that kind of stupidity simply meant that they were truly a special kind of 'special'.