The seconds that lied between her answer and his reaction seemed painfully eternal for the impatient yearling. She had never had to wait for anything, truth be told, she had basically recieved the old shaman's blessing while having just half the merits other, much expirienced wolves, in the pack had. It did not mean she was not suited for the job, she had been a good leader -- as good as she could be expected.
Hot air blew out of the female's nose as she tried once again to get him to see reason, 'her reason'. She did not even notice the moment his lips snapped back to reveal his gums and teeth, she was far to engrossed in being a mad bull she forgot to check for the bullfighter. Her punishment for letting the red in her eyes block her to the truth would be what would condemn her.
With a sharp yelp and a furious snarl of her own, the small yearling tried to unlock herself from the clutch of his jaws, shaking her head a couple of times before realizing she was only causing more injury upon herself."Don't ask what you don't give" she panted while squirming softly under in grasp. She had not forgotten how he had suggested they kill Sitri out of mercy when he had gotten rid of the plague that had usurped the Spine.
"We're on the same boat, Mordecai ", she murmured at last. Though they had different ideologies, and extremely different methods of getting their point across they both stood there for a common purpose.
Helping the pack thrive.
