Big Salmon Lake part of a system, a plan. [m-ish]

“Naturally,” Ptarmigan affirmed, letting no doubt slip into her tone. If she for a second believed that the pack would reject her, having killed their Alpha, there was no indication of it. The Endore thought that that was how the world worked: you were born into leadership, or you somehow passed into it. Either you were chosen as an heir or you seized it for yourself. In this case, she had taken it.

“It is only proper,” she added. Maybe the pack had other plans, or the Alpha female had an heir that would battle for the pack, or maybe she would get her ass handed to her immediately... But her short-sightedness kept that far from her thoughts at present.