Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

mona saw nunataq's glinting expression, heard the man's growl. and while she struggled for a moment, she knew that attempting to lord herself over the juvenile would only result in resentment. the male was being punished; it was the duty of the pack to do that. 
on the other hand, such a rank disgusted mona with its very existence. she watched the two of them for a long moment longer, before standing to chuff lightly in the girl's direction. "let's let him eat," the stalwart suggested lightly. "i'll leave after that." and while her tones were affable, her swampgreen eyes kept a close watch upon the two, not wanting this play for power to go on any longer.
mona was part of the hierarchy, and yet woefully unwilling to enforce it in many regards.