Ouroboros Spine under divine law of the opus magnum

Her defiance had been coming for a long time. Mordecai had been anticipating it from the very moment he had made the decision to make his stand. Instinct tried to instruct him on how to react, but the grasps of logic he had let him refrain from hostility. Instead he gazed coolly to her, not amused with the front that he was nonplussed about it. She had her rights to be angry with him, she had her right to try and oust him. But this… this struck Mordecai as a tantrum.

His only recourse to her display was a return lift of his gums to reveal sharp teeth. He had already issued his warning to her; it would be up to her whether or not she pursued the matter. Like the first time they had met and rested on the cusp of an altercation, Mordecai would not be the first to throw the stone. He was confident he had done more in his stead than she had, and that confidence exuded silently from him. He had the support in their pack, not her. He did not fear those with their low opinions for his actions.