There was no time to sulk over Ptarmigan's words. She had been highly annoyed at the black bitch's words but there was nothing she could do at the moment. Even if the plan of challenging back the Alpha was still present in her mind, she had put it off for the moment. She had to give time for her wounds to heal, and besides she had a certain feeling that the bitch would fail to reign on her own. That she would soon fall without any intervention.
Like a viper, Cara was just waiting for the right moment to strike.
After said meeting, the pale yearling had stormed off the lands, her mind set on finding something to eat quietly by the Spine's slopes. There was a particular thing mentioned in the meeting that had sticked to the young girl's brain. Winter was just around the corner, and after the changes in leadership they had lost a good chunk of the pack. And while less members equaled less mouths to feed it also meant less working paws.
The Frost Queen Beta ran across the border, zig zagging erratically until a faint scent of moose reached her nose. She licked her lips at the thought of the animal's meat. Moose was a hard prey to take down but its meat was both a delicacy and long-lasting. Just what they needed.
With the wheels in her head turning, she began to follow the trail, hoping to find and study the herd. She had to make sure first that the herd was numerous and that it had weak members that her hunting party could take down --the plan of taking them to the Ouroboros would come later.
