Watching the unsuspecting elk walk around wihtout a care in the world, made her feel god-like. They were their killers, the source of their misery and here they were simply sitting back while they decided their fate. Every time they hunted, they toyed with their lives, choosing a random individual from the herd without any insight on the animal's life (though Cara strongly doubted the creatures were as smart and emotional as them).
Was that what Ptarmigan had done when she strutted into the pack's leadership? Had they only been a weak target for the bitch? Slowly the girl's face twisted into a frown. Now she could not help but think that in the chaotic game that they knew as life, Ptarmigan was the big bad wolf while they were merely sheep. Malleable and vulnerable in her hands.
No.
Cara would not be seen bowing her head to her, not while her lungs still held air and her heart still pumped blood. She would not be a doll, but would Mordecai?
"The plan is to get move them further inland, the Spine will do the rest caging them in." she barked, her stomach acids climbing up her esopagus until it was unbearable to hold in the poisonous words she had in store. "What is your plan? Bow to the demon?" she hissed softly, her head turning to face him now. She had no more patience for the run-around game they had going on, he had to make up his mind now, where did his heart lie?
