Kintla Flatlands Queen B*tch 101

Nemesis had enough, this girl would not give up and that would be the death of her. She had better things to do than jump around with some wannabe. "You obviously have no respect for anyone above your lowlife standards, I will be surprised if you last barely a month here. Good luck finding a pack that tolerates your idiocy," No pack would comply with her attitude, and she would make sure that this female was marked a enemy of their pack. Swiveling on her feet, she turned her back away from the lunatic, though her senses were still profound and alert. Whoever joined this crazy was sure to become a personal enemy of herself, no matter who it was or their morals. 

Nothing had reached her figure from the stranger's attack, but she caught the scent, remembering it fully. She stopped, her head turning to face the stranger again. "If you ever, or anyone carrying your scent comes near my pack I will make sure you are slaughtered on the spot, is that clear?" Her voice was defining, leaving no room to doubt she was joking. The cold, desolate stare of her eyes stared down in the females, daring her to make a move. At this point, she did not care what happened, she would end her life. "I don't care who it is, they're dead," She turned once more, marking a mini war on the crazy female. She slipped back into the shadows, her body disappearing from sight once more.