Mundus

Mundus stands, face to face with Sidus. Both females stand tall, clearing unwilling to yield. They mirror one another's body language, standing proud with a look of disgust and hate smeared across their face. Mundus' ears pin back, while Sidus' stay straight up. As the lead chaser, Mundus felt it was her job to keep everyone in line, not to mention she was the first one Scyphus deemed a hunter.

She had been here the longest. She had chased and hunted while carrying pups. She deserved to be in charge.

"You wretched bitch. Why can't you just do as you're told?" Mundus spits, tail lashing wildly behind her.

"Maybe if you weren't such an awful chaser, we'd get more food!" Sidus growls, taking a step towards her.

Mundus launches at her, knocking her over long enough to pin her to the ground, "Submit, Sidus. I'm in charge." Sidus seethes, but tucks her tail up, signaling for Mundus to get off of her.

Of course Scyphus had put her on a hunting team with two wolves who felt they deserved to be the one in charge, which led to a few small scuffles during a number of hunts. They certainly are a dysfunctional team. 

Before being named a hunter, Sidus and Solis had both been herbalists. It was quite clear to her that neither of them have any prior training, and she refuses to even acknowledge their stupid runt of a finisher. He has experience, and catches the prey most of the time, but Mundus could never shake the feeling that he should have been killed and eaten when he was still a pup.

But Scyphus had taken him under her wing, for whatever reason, and he grew larger and larger until he was competing with Fieret as one of the biggest members of the pack. He had turned out just as cutthroat as Scyphus was. And he also feels he deserves to be in charge.

It is a constant battle to keep her position, but Mundus kind of likes it that way.

Claimed 10/20/20