In the blink of an eye, what could've been a pleasant encounter turned into a gruesome battle, in which despite the ardous efforts from both parties only one could rise as victor.
After starting off with a fast paced exchange of growls and snarls as each tried to get the other to lose their footing, Cara found herself taking the upper hand -- that until the smaller female evaded her jaws and managed to plant an attack of her own upon the yearling's neck.
Thin threads of blood trickled from the sharp cuts issued by the bitch's teeth but not even the lines of staining crimson falling onto the pale fur of her chest could stop her now. With her tail curling dominantly over her back the yearling charged for the rebellious female, engaging in a complex dance of dives and dodges which ultimately showed her superiotity.
After lashing out wildly against her contender, Cara's teeth finally met their target and with her teeth piercing the soft flesh on Mara's neck the proud Delta shoved her brusquely to the floor, forcing her to submit. While Cara could have had the opportunity to tear through her flesh once she was down, the yearling simply took comfort on her victory and allowed the insolent she-wolf to walk away with her shattered dignity alone.
Mordecai would hear of this, and even if it got herself punished, Cara would see that the bitch's was booted to the bottom of the pack if not out of it. "Next time I'll pound your ugly face to mush" she threatened, rasing her tail over her back once more as she prepared to take off after her. Even if their fight had already ended and Cara's own wound were beginning to sting, she would not allow the female to simply walk away. She'd chase her off until her paws gave in, making her regret having crossed her with every step she'd made her take.
Hierarchy was one of the things every newcomer had to adhere to when they entered a pack, and if this bitch could not get that through her thick skull she'd soon find herself without a pack to call home.