A saccharine smile is given to her father with a nod. “Recte tu Pater in me loquitur malum de alio, cum habeat unde tribuat.{You’re right father, I am as bad as the other one speaking out when you have something to share.}” Knowing that her speaking the common language would sound silly to the others - her mastery of the language and the correct way in which to use the words, barely enough to manage a conversation - Aaliyah chooses to speak in her father’s native Latin, the others assassins would have been given the privilege of learning it and if they hadn’t then oh well. Aaliyah honestly couldn’t be expected to care if they could understand, the only wolf she was speaking to was her father.

Malina rises to insult, something Aaliyah finds amusing even if she knows goading the wolf isn’t in her best interest. There was one reason to place nice with them all. A very large reason that dominated her mind and kept her tongue safely hidden behind her perfect lips at Malina’s retort- and those reasons were sleeping, safely for now, curled up in her den and if she wanted to keep them safe she had to play a very important game.

Even if she knows to mind her manners the ivory wolf can’t help the way her hackles rise instinctively to Malinas dominant move, though she does manage to catch the low rumble of a warning growl in her throat before it escapes Ally.“ Ego sum plus quam peregrinus malina, ego coniungamus me sub sorores meas sicut prae aliquid sanguinis, lactans tick et volo nihil pro pack pugnam aut pro ea mori, vel aliquis habitatores eius, si lupis eras esurientem velim adminiculo, in venari ut pasceret esuriente ore et si quando unquam regina requisierunt me sciat quod ipsa haberet quae ego possit dare. Puto autem quod me facit aliquantulus magis quam quidam leeching refugium quaesitor. Et recte accipis me tu pater es dignum putavit. Gratulor Malina.{I am more than a visitor Malina, I ally myself under my sisters as more than some blood sucking tick and I would do anything for the pack fight or die for it or any of its inhabitants, if the wolves wert hungry I would aid in the hunt to feed the starving mouths and if ever the queen needed me she knows she would have anything I could give. I think that makes me a bit more than some leeching refuge seeker. And you are right I should respect you, my father has deemed you worthy of it. Congratulations Malina.”} She doesn’t offer a smile, at this point it would be fake they both know that, and even if she may have been many things but that wasn’t one of them. Even so the words are sincere enough and she does mean them whether the dark wolf decides to believe them or not.

The last wolf she would expect to be so terse with her would be Azrael. Yes Aaliyah knew that the other wouldn’t welcome her, she knew they would hate her pups and not grant her the courtesy of hiding it like her father did. But for her own brother to arrive and instantly dig into her, the one who had come to save her, she did not expect it.

Ally is surprised when his words hurt, cutting deep within her, and striking a cord of a fear she hadn’t wanted to think about yet. What if her family denied them? Ally could already imagine to easily – her children being ostracized from their own cousins – but she had hoped maybe if she didn’t think about it, it would happen. Her masked face remains neutral, only a small frown marring it as her body turns rigid. Maybe she had forgotten herself and in truth she knew the way things were supposed to be one. Yet rule following hadn’t been a big deal as of yet – why start now. She would defend her puppies and if she had to, take them from Diveen.

She says nothing to Azrael, her father is more important as far as she is concerned and she will prove to him that she can rise above low prodding of the variety her own blood chooses to use against her. She would choose her battles carefully to set a good ground for her children to stand on. Of course once Heyel does start to speak Ally would swear she could feel the ground shake underneath her. Demon marks. The new mother is taken back to first glimpse of her sons, the inverted angel mark of Elijah, and the inverted then regular angel mark that graced Alyx’s back. And to her last glimpse of them, just before coming here, each pup bigger already, as were marks they would both have to bear for the rest of their lives, the marks that grew by the day as did her pups. The same marks her father now spoke of – his voice think with hate as if the mention of the demon marking alone was to vile to speak of.

Her children would not be like those demons. She wouldn’t let them be. No matter what the marks said. Their father broke all the rules and so would they. All the wolves who doubted them would see. And as for the spawn invading Moladion, Aaliyah stood strict in her belief. They would be eradicated. They would be disposed of before they could turn everyone against her young – before they could taint her young and hurt her family. What the vile scum had done so far was enough – Heyel was right to end it now. “I am with you Father.”