Ouroboros Spine under divine law of the opus magnum

Mordecai is rude and therefore this post wrote itself, haha. I MAKE NOTHING EASY.

Mordecai hated the politicking of it all and for a moment, wondered why he had ever felt any desire to lay claim to the Spine. Perhaps at the core of it, he too was also opportunistic. But maybe he wasn't any of those things at all, maybe it was simply her that he detested to the point of wanting nothing to do with any of it. Her arrogance was astounding, even now, and the saccharin lull of her voice was enough to make him ill at the thought she was proposing. But that too came as little surprise to him, as even he could not fully ignore the natural tuning of their bodies. Her time was coming, though he had no real way of gauging just how old or young she really was. A yearling yes, a headstrong one, but one that had begun to mature as they always did.

He let out a loud huff at her implication, his breath warm in the crisp air. “Why should I let you, of all wolves? You can't even show me proper respect, and you can't stand there and suggest this like you wouldn't already go ahead with it regardless of my or anyone's approval.” Her ultimatum may as well have been a demand. “Why don't you tell me why I shouldn't chase you out instead? What have you done lately to benefit this pack?” The hard edge he had kept from his voice made its appearance, his patience worn thin with her parading of me, me, me.