The laugh was unexpected, but not nearly enough to crack the well-practised façade. "My dear, no one can see what I see. Besides, the price of me joining the pack is that I cannot kill as I please; only Abendrot's enemies. If I ever had an enemy in my pack, I would not be able to harm them at all, and they could resume taunting me. That is what I mean by demanding; it is as simple as that." She raised a single invisible eyebrow. "Yes, that does tend to be the downfall of pack life. In that case, the best we can do is hope a terrible accident occurs, and rids us of the problem." She flicked her tail, slightly amused by the thought. Let him take her idea of a 'accident' however he may; technically she hadn't said anything too incriminating.
"I have forgotten my manners! I am called Burning Chaos, but you can call me whatever you want. Now, will you return the favour?" She small laugh rumbled in her throat. " I think time will tell what I come to call you." If he pissed her off particularly, the only title he would receive would be 'pompous bastard'. "They call me Aerten, and that's what I tend to respond to. However, it makes no difference to me what you decide to title me." The russet femme flashed his ivories at him in a wry smile, temporarily shifting her mask to achieve such. Ah, it was good to have company once more.
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