I seriously need some Starbucks

The three leaders of the Spire held the same demeanor without ever talking; this bitch had been a threat multiple times and now she was back. For what reason? Nanuk couldn't have said, but she couldn't have cared less either. A snarl resonated in her chest, trickling through bared teeth as she stared the plains wolf down. 

Her Alphas' presence did not deter her from taking a very purposeful, menacing step forward, hackles raised to form a mohawk down the ridge of her spine. Her posture was aggressive and threatened death just as much as Iqniq and Tonravik's asserted their dominance and position. There were no doubts or hesitant movements here.

The rules were simple, as was the ultimatum. Submit or die. The choice lay with the wolf before them.