Weakness Is Punished.

The small woman would look up at the male as he would begin to sulk closer to her, saying how she will stay with them and not cower onto her side, but instead greet them with bared fangs and rude comments. But why the hell would she do that? Who the hell was this man she was not his slave, Misha was an independent, strong woman who made her own decisions. Not took some, except from her pack. But it was way below the line for even the male to question her ranking in the pack. "My pack ranking is none of your personal business," She would say, her face expressionless with a small flick of her tail as she sat down neatly on her haunches.