I ignore the way Azrael stares at me while I tilt my head. He seems to find it odd but I've never cared what others think of me, especially not his kind. He may compare me to whomever he likes but I am nothing like Tobias or anyone else for that matter. Nothing can replace or compare to what I am. Tobias is an animal who mimics everything he sees. I mimic nothing unless it's to disarm my opponent. I don't even see Azrael as a threat at this point so why bother? He seems to think of me as ugly but I see myself as the perfect predator. My red and black eyes are intimidating for any normal wolf. Azrael may see them as ugly but he's just demeaning of anything that's not related to him. I know his kind well, the angels of Diveen. They think everyone else is beneath them. I believe different.

He seems irritated that I choose to dance around his questions. Honestly I find it amusing, getting under his skin like this. He flashes surprise at my knowledge to which I only give a hinted smirk. I know much more than anyone gives me credit for. I like to be underestimated. I don't have brunt force or weight in my favor and so I use what I do have...stealth, skill, and intelligence. He'd be a fool to think I don't know that I'm getting to him. He's been taught well to hide his emotions. He was close to his mother, something not unknown to other wolves. He holds her death against Heyel but there are whispers that she's not really dead. Now wouldn't that be a surprise for the great Angel King? Better yet, how would Azrael react? I'd like to be there for that. He goads back, talking good of his own pack while belittling the pack Hyperion and Fiera called home. Apparently he doesn't know how little I thought of the ones who gave me life, the ones I refuse to call by anything but their names.

A grin pulls at my lips, showing a sliver of fang. "I do not grieve so you're wrong to think I understand anything. I had nothing but brothers to lose." I choose not to comment on the dirty vermin he calls Asa. I gave that punk a chance and he turned me down when he chose to defend that bitch Orca at the swamp. She was to be a sacrifice for the gators and he disowned the family who "adopted" him with that smooth move. I think of him as nothing more than Hyperion's chew toy, something to keep him entertained in Fiera's absence. After all, she was the one who took the welp in so Hyperion kept him around for the memories, not because he was blood.

I cup my ears toward him as he waits for my response, perhaps some flicker of emotion to let him know if I'm truly dangerous or not. Let him keep waiting because I'm a wolf of few words and even fewer emotions. He turns his words to warning, commenting on demons and Tobias himself. I can't help but snort in derision. "The Black Prince? This is the title you give the spineless thing? I've heard of nothing befitting a prince in his thoughts, or lack there of, and actions." He waits and then continues, this time pulling a full fledged laugh out of my gums. My eyes are beaming with humor as I eye him. "Consider your warning unnecessary then, Azrael. I can handle myself." Let him take from that what he will.

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