Kintla Flatlands coup de grace

She huffed quietly at the male's ignorance, although she avoided the extra space entirely. She was well aware of his dislike towards her, although it was quite obvious he was intimidated by her presence, hence the need to give such a defensive glare. It was known to her that he was less in rank than the female, and the female of which gave her much of a fonder tone. "I did not ask you. I will speak to the highest rank," Her voice was stoic, leaving no room for debate. No matter how big he was, she never hesitated to put children in their place. But she was clever not to spark any rude emotions, something that could be put on her if trouble was to arise.

Yet the revelation of the name, Malice sent a growl rippling through her throat. This would not sit well, with her or her Alpha. The first thing she would do was notify Burke of this revelation, that this pack was not to be treated kindly. Their sadistic Alpha bitch made sure of that the minute she dared to make a move against her. A new ill will set in her eyes, her hackles raise while looking past the duo onward into their territory as if she was searching for the outline of the dark furred nutjob. "Malice, you say," She sneered, her lips lightly pulled back to show her distaste. So that was her name. Quite fitting, actually. "Good luck surviving with that nutcase," A wicked chuckle balanced the mood, though she could not care less how they reacted to her veiled insult. "Make sure she knows that if any of her pack even comes near mine, they will be slaughtered," Her tone was oddly pleasing, a kind threat at the most. But she made no indication that she would attack, not wanting them to receive the wrong idea. She had no problem with them, but with their poor choice of leadership. This pack was Malice's property and if anyone of them stepped out of line, she would make sure the neurotic bitch payed, dearly.