Qeya River things change, rearrange, or so do i

colt watched the brutish woman vent her anger and opted to spare her his mockery. this time. "my kind, hmm?" he said with a flick of his ragged lips. 
she ripped her sad offering to bits. briggs wasn't about to report that his kind would have laughed her right off this land. but he wasn't pack. and food was food.
her breath was like hot sewage. colt stepped closer until the burn of it was between his eyes. "the mascot gonna pull her weight?" he chuckled, though the crimson eyes were cold.
unless reno wanted it, colt had assumed leader. this one would be a fine addition to their small number. but only if she fell into line.
scars, muscles, nothing meant anything to wolves wronged.