::Leader of the Pack:: -- Open Meadow

Stubborn, strong, and bitchy… it had made her an excellent leader for the last decade, and she refused to let this strange wolf bully her around, simply because she’d made a kill on “his” territory. Well, she was seeking to lay claim to that territory... at least some of it, if not all. As he circled to her side, she turned her head slightly, watching him, letting her gaze follow him like a sniper tracked it’s target. She snarled, and let him get closer, until his teeth sank into the deer’s flesh, and then she was motion, teeth and complete silence; she lunged, aiming for the back of his neck. There wasn’t much distance between them, he’d have to be quick to avoid her strike, and he’d probably have to release the deer to get away from her, which was her only goal. She honestly didn’t want to get into a fight with the male; he would be a tricky match.

Her jaw open, teeth gleaming with blood and saliva as she aimed for the back of his neck, in the very position he’d placed himself on the deer. She’d have to twist to get him right, and her front limbs were off the ground already in the movement, her body twisting, and partially exposing the deer. Verda was to be feared when snarling and growling, but she was near deadly when silent. Silence from Verda, meant death; meant she was no longer playing around, and her temper had hold of her emotions. Even now, a red haze lingered at the back of her skull, she wanted the blood, wanted to rip into this male, and show him that she was boss, that she was not to be reckoned with. She partially hoped he’d be fast enough to move, he was one of the loners she had hoped to bring into her pack, to make her as strong as she once had been with the steady backing of a strong pack.