With her eyes narrowed into hateful sliths of pale yellow, she propelled herself onto the air, her ears pinned back against her skull as she attempted to thrust her paws against the smaller bitch's chest and therefore knock the wind along with every chance of ever being viewed as an honorable member of the Spine out of her body.
Despite the fact the former Queen had not recieved any type of training her opponent claimed to have, she was still a vicious fighter, that as proven before was bound to take on larger rivals without second thought. Cara might've lost the war that gave her the right to stand at the highest point of the hierarchy, but with her insolent attitude, the small female in front of her had condemmed herself to a battle she was bound to lose.
No one messed with Cara without sporting a few scars as zoovenirs afterwards.
If Mara had wanted Cara to act as what she was then she would.
A high rank wolf was not only responsability and recognition, it also meant one had the ability of taking care of the dirty work.
And boy Cara was now more than ready to make the rebellious subordinate swallow her pride; her method a bit rougher than the one Mordecai had applied onto herself.