Kintla Flatlands coup de grace

Her brow furrowed angrily, a gesture in itself just begging for the male to give her a reason to kick his ass. Who did he think he was? Just a look over told her everything she need to know. Obviously, he thought he was the shit (sorely wrong), probably clumsy enough to trip over his feet. No, she wouldn't waste her time on that thing. She had actual responsibilities than showing off to strangers. Pathetic, she mentally sighed. 

"Good. I'm glad that's settled then," She eyed the male once more, looking for a sign of defiance. But she proceeded, not at all worried about their thoughts on the subject. "But unfortunately your.. Alpha female.." The thought made her shudder in disgust and the tone was very present in her voice. What did they even see in her? "Has already made sure that only rough waters float between us," Her tone was bitter, resentful even. Nothing besides the fact that she wanted to crush that lunatic made her feel anything else for Malice and her doomed subjects.  Afterall, there's only room for one reigning pack in these parts, so I highly suggest you heed my warning," And with that she stalked off, her ears flickering, as if waiting for even a sign someone was following her. And let them, she's happily drag their bodies to Wolfskull. The chamber had gotten quiet lately and that needed fixing.