bone mountain

A quick post, but, you guys don't need to worry about me 'til things are resolved otherwise ;)

Tonravik's move to play was to cover-up the fact that she would have killed him had he not sounded that he was her subordinate. She lived and breathed by scent, and although her nose was keen (maybe keener than most), Kapvik had masked himself well enough to confuse her into attack. The sound of a wolf charging brought Tonravik to all fours quickly, and naturally her defenses were set as she swung around to snarl in the face of whoever it was, thinking they were coming for her...

But it was the flame, and his move was toward the wolverine. Tonravik herself was shocked into stillness, confused by this—she had not been at the hunt, and knew nothing of his and Iqniqs relationship—but also, not denying it. This was the way of the wild and the way of pack. She did not think that her mates intent was to drive him out, but instead to force him to recognize the hierarchy. If no one rebuked him when they had the chance, it was no wonder Kapvik thought himself so mighty. Who would teach him otherwise? She had dealt with many wolves she had to beat respect into...

And one she had to kill, because respect would never be earned, so out of her mind and misguided the other had been.

Tonravik would not intervene in this, content to watch how things would play out between them. Kapvik took the attack, but did not retreat or retaliate. Tonravik snorted. What did the subordinate want, if he did not retaliate? Surely not rank...

But Tonravik (believed she) knew what her mate was after; she saw it in the face of Kapvik now, through the impassivity toward the alpha male. Respect. While the male was deferential to her (even this was a conspicuous, tentative thing), he was not toward her mate. And it would be up to Iqniq to knock the male down a few pegs, to earn the respect she knew he deserved, but that Kapvik was sorting out for himself.

Brutish and savage herself, she could understand. It was the base law of the wolf. And respect could easily be earned in victory. Her dark eyes turned toward her mate, tail lifted over her hindquarters as she watched him with intrigue.