After Ptarmigan's rise and fall, the atmosphere had gotten heavier near the Ouroboros. Cara didn't know whether this was just the effects of the upcoming winter settling in the Wilds or if it was caused by the tense ambience the dark bitch's passing had left behind. It had been at that moment of fury and adrenaline that Sitri had ended Ptarmigan's life, and though it had brought tranquility and joy to her heart, the wonderful moment had not saved from clashig heads with another.
Like Sitri and Ptarmigan, they had been blinded by the moment -- or at least she had. Their fall out had stung in the young Queen's heart, not because he had challenged her but because he had voiced his opinion about her lack of experience in the throne. Cara was concious that her age was a disadvantage, she even knew that if it weren't for him and Kaname her reign might've not lasted longer than it had. She knew all this.
But she would never admit it.
After all, it had been Lecter who had appointed her as Jinx's successor. Even if there would not be another wolf in the universe that could live up to be what the Snow Queen had been, Cara still prided herself with the simple knowledge that it would've been Jinx's desire that she kept the Spine alive.
And that was exactly what she was doing -- even if she had stumbled several times, she had always gotten up to face the challenge. Even if in that case it had been her own packmate.
Of course she had had second thoughts about fighting with Mordecai, in the state they were in they could not afford to lose any other member. But she had been rashly driven by her pride.
Old habits die hard.
And new alliances are not easy.
Though for now the Spine was at peace, the damage done and the brudges burned were impossible to miss. While both Aphas had been doing their best to steer out of each other's way, it was time to talk.
There was a pending matter weighing heavily upon her shoulders and surely Mordecai's too.
Would the friction between them lead to the Spine's downfall?
