My ex man brought his new girlfriend

Mid-afternoon crept up on the lazing Alpha quicker than she would have liked, prompting her to rise from the bed of pine needles she had laid herself in earlier that morning. A thin layer of clouds hung ominously over the valley, but this didn't perturb the female. Rain would not come until much later, if at all.

The dark bitch stretched, wincing and taking a sharp breath when one of her healing wounds split open. They were numerous, but thankfully, none had festered and she was able now to move around unaided. Ptarmigan would not have lasted long in her new reign if she succumbed to infection, and the thought of allowing anyone to come near her with a mouthful of leaves made her shiver. She doubted the abilities of healers enough to consider them all quacks.

She tossed her head low, snaking her tongue over the bleeding sore on her chest and flinching at every sting her saliva caused in the depths of the wound. Her ears twisted alternately forth and back. Though she had yet to see any of the pack wolves she presided over, and though she wasn't even sure they existed, she was always watchful for them. Ptarmigan was occasionally an imbecile, but she suspected they would view her rise to power as petty theft and was ready for their opposition.