Though the tension's climax had already passed, the girl's muscles were still tightened and her ears pricked attetively. In the back of her mind, the small rational piece of her brain that was often opacated by the rash ad impulsive side of her, knew that Mordecai was right, all that they had done since Ptarmigan had popped into the picture had been whine like little bitches, each of them in their own way.
Cara, for instance had taken out her frustration on others, the male standing in front of her being a prime example. It had been that impotence and uncertainty of not knowing what would become of the Ouroboros had channeled her energy into not-so productive activities such as beig a full-time bitch to everyone that crossed her path.
Seeing no point in carrying the argument, the pale girl flicked her tail and shrugged her shoulders as to let the discussion slide of her fur, then turning to face the man and the grazing elk ahead she barked softly. "Very well, let's get on with the plan then
The animosity or incomformity didn't change the fact that Winter was close, and regarless of the different beliefs or views they had to unite to survive.
