If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living.

A pink tongue slips out of her mouth to wipe up the foam that edged the corners like a rabid dog. She presses into him, taking slight pleasure in watching him gasp for breath against her hide. If she applied the right pressure she had no doubt that his fragile little rib cage would snap like bones in her teeth. Yet she holds back, though she did not take the time to decipher why that was. Perhaps the Demon was growing weary of Death. She was the Blood Mouth, capable of giving life and taking life in one snap of her jaws. She listens to Ruvindra try desperately to appeal to the feminine side of Ishtar. Did she not know that Ishtar was now first and foremost a Queen? The Blood Mouth? Did she not know that she would protect the empire that her equal had taken away from Ruvindra? She does not look at Ruvindra when she makes her desperate plea but she can feel the nervous energy that courses through the silver-white wolfess. Her eyes maintain never ending contact with the creepy Paldor. She barely blinks. There was nothing more than the sheer dominance, the lack of feeling towards him. Ruvindra tells her that she and Ishtar are the same. At one point, Ishtar would of believed it, but at this moment, the Blood Mouth was not so sure. Would she do the same for Ragnar?

She snarls at the fact that the yellowed wolf never seems too far from her thoughts. And yet, Paldor does not accept her offer of self sacrifice. Ishtar smirks, and when Paldor wiggles beneath her, she does not take her weight off of him until he admits that he had no desire to kill her. He was probably the first in history that felt that sentiment. She removes herself from him, and glances to Ruvindra. "For someone that is mated to another, you seem keen placing your life on the line for another." She says no more to the matter but returns her gaze to Paldor. "As for you, you're life will be forfeit if I discover you have ulterior motives." She then sets back and listens as he speaks. He tells her that her reign would be long, and that it would be filled with many deeds. And some small part of her wants to believe him, but the cautious, calculating part of her regards it as nothing more than flattery for allowing him to be alive.

She listens as he speaks of a vision he sees and instantly there was the slight fear for Riddle. Who would dare harm her youngest? He was not even a year old and harmless for the most part. He had the potential to be far more dangerous, true, but with puppy teeth in his mouth, there was hardly a present danger. She thought to Ska--Ruvindra's daughter. Who would want to harm her? She glanced towards Ruvindra as Paldor speaks of a singular pup. There was little to decipher other than it was clear that more would be lost. "It means that our time of suffering is not over yet and that there are those that mean to harm us." She considers that the pup may be Riddle or Ska. The old warrior? There were not many older males in the pack save from Paldor or Vague or Andras or perhaps Amissus Anima. She sighs heavily, contemplating what it all meant. Her yellow-gold eyes watch the landscape that they were fighting so hard to keep. She needed to build up the ranks of Iromar. "From what I can understand of your dream, it seems that two more deaths are foretold. A pup and a male." She sighs again, and speaks more to herself than to anyone else. "We'll need to increase the border patrols. Perhaps set up night sentries around dens." She glances at the bright skies above, and then back to Paldor as he finishes declaring what his needs were.

For the first time she notices how weary he truly was. "I will bring a meal to your den." She would bring him an alligator or two depending on what size she could find and successfully kill. After all, shouldn't he be reminded of whose life it was that he failed to save? Perhaps it would serve to motivate him to protect Iromar or forfeit his own life though a large part of her doubted that it would. She glances at Ruvindra, "Do you have any enemies I should know about?" She knew that the former Queen had been here most of her life, but it would be good to be aware of any and all enemies of Iromar. She was determined to protect this pack, and eventually, allow it to grow.

ISHTAR.