My ex man brought his new girlfriend

She had half expected some lower subordinate to appear from thin air, but the crunch of wolf paws on twigs and needles belonged to someone much more sinister. Kaname had been there to witness the beating down of his former queen's pride, until finally she had relented her position while Ptarmigan bled freely on the Spine's soil. The male had not made a move then, and though the eyes fixed on her were like chips of ice, he didn't seem inclined to make one now.

Barely visible against the dark backdrop of his fur, Ptarmigan saw the glisten of fresh blood. The scent was not that of a wolf, and so the hint of uncertainty that began creeping up her spine dissipated. She lifted her head slightly from her chest, her tongue still poked between her teeth and her ears tilting assertively forward, though the display ended there. Much unlike their founding Alpha, Ptarmigan wasn't one for displays unless deemed necessary.

Though she expected him to say something much ruder, the male only asked her name. Her tongue slithered back behind her off-white teeth as she sheathed them behind her lips, only now lifting her head to its full height. She was smaller than he, and had been smaller than Cara as well. No doubt, Ptarmigan Endore was the most unimpressive leader who ever lived in this valley. “Ptarmigan,” she replied slowly, as though a single hastening of her words would drive him into a frenzy. “I didn't get yours, either. I was gonna call you Boulder, since you barely moved, but... I don't think that's a good name, do you?”