As Cara waited patiently for an answer that wouldn't come, she caught a glimpse of the brown assasin from the corner of her eye. She greeted him back with a wave of her tail, still not pulling her face away from the leader. She had asked a question and demanded an answer, even if Ptarmigan stood higher, they still shared leadership. As Beta, she had every right to inquire about the reason for the meeting.
Instead of answering, the black bitch completely ignored the pale female's words, in fact she went on by introducing herself as the one who whooped the previous Alpha's (aka her) ass. A muffled growl erupted from the girl's chest as she imposed her authority into the members of the pack.
So she hadn't taken her advice after all, she thought as she nibbled on her lip, expecting the pack members to wriggle in discomfort of voice their dismay with her words. But oh! What a surprise, if it wasn't Mordecai the first to speak. And instead of arguing like she had expected him to, he agreed with the bitch. He even gave a lame excuse for their apparent lack of strength.
The yearling immediately turned her head, her eyes narrowing at the male she had once seen as an enemy, then as a friend and now like something in between. "The ones who left were clearly not worth of our time.. Though I wouldn't agree with the lack of fortitude.. " she barked sourly, her head spinning again to glance at Ptarmigan.
