At least the boy was smart enough to stay out of it, though not much else could be said about him. Obviously he was an idiot to be a smart ass in the first place, but she'd already made that obvious enough. How far did he think that attitude was going to get him? If she had it her way, it'd get him nowhere. Then again, Viora's attitude would get her nowhere too - she could have been a good pack wolf if she was, you know, smarter. To Cersei, she just seemed like a bull headed set of jaws mounted on legs. What a shame, but even shameful creature had to be put down.

Maybe she missed, pulling away with only some cruddy fur but there was no way she was going to let this thing get in her way. As Viora came down, Cersei ducked her head, feeling the girl's jaws slam against the top of her head. She couldn't lie - it hurt like a bitch! Like a stone dropping right onto the solid bone. Still, why the hell was she trying to be the boss in the first place? She was nobody! She was just an overgrown set of teeth! She was damn persistent though and Cersei had to think even quicker than she had done with Sinclair - she couldn't go for her muzzle again, that was for sure. If she did, she'd likely end up in her jaws and... no! She was never going to be the Queen of Glorall like Cersei would be.

With a shrill snarl, she shoved forward, hoping to bash her shoulders and neck against Viora's chest as she dove down towards her front legs. Run, idiot(!) or she'd grab her big, dumb paw and squash it until every single bone in it cracked. Screw you, screw you, screw you - she practically screamed the words in her head as she grappled for that paw. If she couldn't assert her dominance than she'd break the girl's paw and let her starve to death. Wanna' be Queen!? Then she'd wanna' pray someone loved her enough to hunt for her!