She snarls as she smells the dust of Diveen come into her range, no matter how the wind blew, she would always pick this smell out of the tiniest speck of dirt. Violent pink mirrors turn on them, but this is done in no more than a quick glance, choosing to ignore them as Dany appears on the scene. Her words would not be kind, and she was crafty enough to know that right now, she needed her jaws closed and her head down. Her only comfort came with Skully, a love she thought to only be myth had turned into truth with this lovely being of ash and silver. She remains reclined when the Angels appear, not really willing to offend, though she is not ready yet to admit defeat in her drive to rule, over any land at this point.

She can however, admit that they had bested her in every way, that they had proven themselves to be fit and natural rulers who fought not only with strength of body, but of mind and soul as well as heart. All were deeply important to the female, and though she may seem bad on the outside, to wolves who have never seen her true self, she was in fact not really that bad of a wolf. Her eyes catch the burning amber of Daenery's gaze, a scowl given to cross her face as she motions for her mate to calm himself in their presence. White ears perk up as she listens to the young female with an amused glint in her mirrored gaze. "Pleased to finally meet the female responsible for the scars upon Skully's hide. Unfortunate circumstance though, I wish it was on better terms. Do you remember what I said to you on my departure; I believe it was in regards to your ascension?" She gives a small smile, her eyes apologetically cast down, showing the young queen of the mountain the sorrow she deserves to see within the hardened female before her.

"They have not shown you what I did for them then? In my grief I buried their remains within a tomb - above ground - made of only precious stone and gems. I could not show my face for days after coming back and meeting the ire of the pack. I know I was no true queen to your wolves, and I am relieved the burden of wonder has left my scarred and broken mind, but you only know the side you wish to see." Finally, those glossy mirrors turn to Isola, a regret feigned in her gaze that would seem genuine to all but those within her skull, whoch could only ever be herself. "Isola, I do not seek forgiveness, nor kindness - I know better than to think there is any. Believe me, there is none for you or yours either, but I do hope you know and understand just what you have. There are those who would take far more than your beauty for the throne you sit on. I have seen it, I have lived through it. For my own security, I want to know that the alpha I chose to follow is a strong one, and you happened to be the one I chose to try..It matters not if you believe me, only that I suffer to know that when the day comes that I may bear children, I want them to be safe from any harm that could come to them. I look to my future when I fight, the same as you do." Her eyes sift to Kane as well as she speaks, hope filling her gaze as she sifts her gaze through the three of them.

With a heavy sigh, Purge stops speaking, resolve crumbling into pieces as she growls softly. "I know the wrongs I have committed, I understand the price you have paid for such sorrow and devastation. Daenerys, would you have fought as hard if you had been comfortable in your throne, with your mother and father slowly teaching you what you needed to know? She would have stepped down, I am sure, and we would have been there to challenge a young queen such as you. My kind prey on such things as inexperience and youth, it would have been you in that grave, and your mother would have perished soon after from heartbreak over losing an heir. Isola, you have many followers," she turns that regretful gaze on her as she speaks to the Angel Queen, "would you ever take one of them for granted? Do you not look on your body and feel pride knowing you risked your glorious hide for them and your title? Perhaps, having wings clouds your mind, I have heard of ego and murder from your line as well. You are a haughty lot, and yes, there is reason for such, though perhaps...there is someone bigger out there. There are swifter, wiser, more resilient than you, better than you. And I hope to Luna you find that wolf soon and make them an ally before they can become an enemy." With that said, she lets her head drop in a bow, giving both the respect she could never show them on the battlefield. "I am deeply sorry for what I have done, there is no way to atone for such things, but if I could have a single chance, I will show you who I am."

She knows better than to think they will believe her, all they have ever seen from her is violence and a killer's ambition. But, hey, she had to try something, they had murder in their eyes and she was not dying today.