Osprey stumbled. She stood up and glared at Thunder. “It seems that even one of our Betas doesn’t understand pack rank.” She snarled. Hatred shone in her eyes. To be embarrassed in front of those foolish pups....
She growled and stalked up to Thunder. She wasn’t afraid of his size. Her strategy often ended bloody, but it was effective. At the end of a fight, she was often just as wounded as her opponent, but she was always the last one standing. Well, not always. But she had won enough to be confident of her abilities. Osprey’s eyes flashed, and she smirked. “I, Osprey, Beta of this pack, challenge you, Thunder.”