Ouroboros Spine Three demon seeds

I would have loved to have this turn into a coup and was hoping it would, buuut now it'll conflict with the Sitri thread. For that reason, Ptarm can no longer be formally challenged or killed in this thread unless whoever challenges her ultimately loses, since it'd break continuity in a bad way if there was any other outcome. :( Next round ends September 28 or when everyone participating as of now has posted, no post order.

Naturally, the lot of them suddenly banded together, drawing a long and bored sigh from the female. It was no secret she was universally disliked in the pack, despite having done almost nothing to get such backlash, at least in her mind. She had killed their dying Alpha, admittedly sparing her a great deal of pain; she had overthrown a yearling who had been in the position scarcely a week, hardly someone anyone would remember; and she had been, within reason, relatively polite since then. Cold and distant, but polite enough. Their words were unwarranted in her mind.

“That's enough,” she snarled loudly over their voices, raising her hackles and her tail. “I'm not putting up with any more of your attitude. Stop being such babies and accept the truth for what it is. I'm not blindly insulting you, I'm telling you exactly as it is, so deal with it.” It was, after all, the truth. None of them had come to speak with her willingly. None of them had come to greet her or introduce themselves or ask what needed doing. They were seven, maybe eight wolves strong, which was scarcely a force to be reckoned with. It was barely enough wolves to hunt comfortably.

Mordecai was the only one who seemed to see reason, and that was lucky. “Call me a shitty leader all you like, but none of you have done anything to prove yourselves better except take offence to my existence and blame your problems on me.” But before she could go on to explain that, she caught the flash of white as the smug Cara lifted her tail, and immediately she was moving toward the Beta with fire in her eyes. Whatever possessed the female to show any sign of dominance was about to end, here and now.

Without a word she snapped at the other's snout and growled, flinging her own tail skyward to remind the pale female that she was the head bitch.