A throaty growl erupted from her chest as he refused to look away, she opened her mouth once more, revealing her pearly set of daggers and fangs, and though she would've liked to yell, 'quit acting like a child', she didn't because deep inside she knew that the childish one was not him but herself.
It wasn't the first time, nor it would be the last they collided, in fact they had met over an argument. When Mordecai was still a loner and Cara was beginning to climb up the ranks. And like in this situation, Cara had been the instigator then too; telling him to move even if he wasn't on claimed ground. They had both puffed out their chests and faced one another, until the immature girl had decided to take a gamble and charm him out of his anger.
Oh, those memories..
'What's your problem with me?' he demanded, his eyes still searching the hollowness of her own. There was no time for this! When she had recieved the pack's leadership she had made a point of bonding with her subordinates. Apparently she had forgotten him, or perhaps she had missed him, after their non-theurapeutic talk by the lake, Cara had figured they were on good terms.
"You can't make up your mind" she barked, her voice laced with a hurt tone she struggled to keep hidden, "I thought you'd be smarter, and that the choice would be obvious, but you have actual doubts whether to follow her or me. " she continued, her tail lashing brusquely as the moose grazed in the background.
