Precarious Situation

Tyrande crawled up alongside the other three wolves. Jinx glanced at her, swaying her tail as if to tell her it was okay. Soon, Jinx would rally the pack together and explain the nature of their laws in more detail and the inspiration for them, so that situations like this could be avoided in the future. Tyrande's gentle nature conflicted with the pack's base laws, but that was no fault of the dark-furred woman's. The threat of a canine competitor had been removed for now and there was no harm done. It was naught but a subtle reminder that it was not proper conduct.

Thankfully, nobody attacked Erika. The woman wasn't yet an initiated member of Silvertip Mountain but she was nonetheless under Jinx's protection until such a time as she pledged to another leader. She hadn't explained this to the mountain wolves, having had precious little time to do so since their last encounter, but thankfully they seemed to take cues from her. The half-faced wolf didn't say anything further, though she didn't forget the plea to spare the coy-wolf's life.

That was exactly what she intended to do... Initially.

Unfortunately, Macawi chose that exact moment, having already earned the ire of the Silvertip Mountain Alpha, to begin spouting out nonsense. It was really just luck that had Jinx use the word “breed”, a result of her insensitive and dense brain and upbringing. She wasn't the smartest wolf and she definitely wasn't the most considerate. Nevertheless, she did not feel apologetic for having said it, for everything the coyote spouted out assumed she was racist, when her actions said otherwise.

Her muscles tightened and she quivered on the spot, willing herself to hear out this absolutely foolish speech, if only because Erika had asked her to stay her hand. But when Macawi began to approach her boldly, as if they were somehow equals, it was more than enough to override any care she had for the other wolves. Blood pounded hotly in her ears, drowning out Sitri's warning for the coyote and the tail end of Macawi's monologue. Brusquely, the wolf's snout wrinkled furiously and, whiskers aquiver, she snapped at the other canine's snout, pushing forward to crowd her and force her away.

“You will get the fuck away from me,” she hissed, ”or I will rip off your entire face and wear it for my husband's amusement, and pin up your body in the position of a dog fucking a hare on my border, do you understand?” Snarling, the Alpha female snapped at the woman's face again, heated breath pouring from her muzzle. “If another shit word comes out of your fat little mouth I will break your jaw. You no longer have the opportunity to plead your case. Get out of my sight, now.”