a thousand teeth, and yours among them

The raggedy hybrid's rection was far from original.
Since her first ascension to leadership, it had been her age what had given the most to talk about; and though this had bothered Cara in the past, today it only prided her. It were not many yearlings which were able to carry themselves with such prestuge and boast of such status. Cara was one of the lucky few.
Even if the routinary tasks and responsabilities sometimes turned into tedious chores, the pleasure she got out of it all outweighted it all.

The laughter, however, was something new.
Inmediately Cara's initial indifference for the so-called Glacier wolf shifted into utter annoyance. With her eyes narrowed into slim sliths of pale yellow, the proud yearling allowed her ears to fall flat upon her skull; a gesture meant to convey the great irritation now flooding her system. Ah, shame you didn't know he wasn't fit for the job. He renounced she barked, her shoulders slumping in a sharp careless gesture.
It was the truth -- and even if 'Danica' didn't even deserved so -- Cara was willing to tell.

The male's departure had not been violent, or even problematic, but that didn't make it less important. After his short reign, a lot of things had changed; some had flourished, others had shattered.

He left willingly but I could surely chase you out, she added silently as she stared at the female, mild contempt beginning to glaze over her eyes as the skinny creature kept up her charade.
Though she held no authority over the mountain and she had not initially sought trouble she would be happy to oblige if a confrontation did occur.
This hybrid was nothing but a mere fly next to Mordecai.