I moved to imply remain silent this day, to allow Dany to speak her own words, my gaze resting upon she whom had done so very wrong, whom had afflicted herself upon so many lands whom had sought to repel her time and time again as one replies a biting flea. Perhaps she truly is as such, a flea upon the back of a pack, a small and annoying insect that bites and sucks and drains in it’s desperation to bring down the host it feeds upon and yet…a flea is being a flea, it is small, it is insignificant and it is easily removed once it is the host tires of it. Perhaps they can be becoming problematic when many are given to breed and yet she is having no others, even a mate whom will not stand beside her and support her any longer and truly I am thinking this is a thing most sad and shameful and yet I no longer feel for she whom stands before me. I have used my pity, have struggled to retain respect for such a female and yet upon her last challenge, her most unsuccessful she had purged myself of such thoughts, made myself no longer willing to feel for her and as such I look upon her with nothing this day, for she is….nothing and forever she will be as such. As Daenerys moves to speak my own words in turn I simply allow a smile to grace my lips, the violet of my own flickered to the gold of hers in silent communication before it was the white creature before us was taken to speak.

The words that are first spoken are not for myself, though my ears incline forward so that they may be heard this day as she speaks to Daenerys entirely, my own features impassive as it is I simply listen this day, allowing for the Mountain Alphess to answer as she desires or does not- though indeed I am given perhaps to find ill pleasure in the words offered to my Sister of the Mountain, upon them I simply remain silent, my form held steadfast beside the ashen Alphess and I am being most sure in this moment my presence along speaks of my support. It is only when it is that I am addressed do I allow my gaze to return to the pink-eyed creature, my ears turned forward once more to offer my attention though perhaps she is not deserving of such a thing. I do not like to have such thoughts, dislike to have such…hate within myself, for no emotion is truly so un-pure and weak and yet it exists all the same, a dislike most potent for this creature whom had once held my respect and the respect of mine. One challenge is being an honourable thing, the voice of one whom seeks to stand before an Alpha and claim it is they whom may d better. There is honour in that, perhaps honour even in a second try after lessons have been learned and strengths tested. Yet in a third, a fourth….a fifth challenge of pack my own and Spirane itself, such honour becomes foolishness, weakness and insanity. The wolves of Moladion laugh at this creature for her failings, for her desired to be remembered and indeed perhaps she will…..as she whom has failed more then any other. So much respect had been lost for she and yet still she does not see it. She is not made to be Queen. It will not be so and yet I care no longer to speak of sense to her as she speaks so….foolishly to myself once more. The minds of some, it would seem, will never see sense. Heyel was being right I am thinking, some are blind in more then sight. My lips part, interrupting her own words now though my voice remains quiet and soft upon the air, a silent knife to split her…blathering.

“I do not accept any apology you may offer or not, nor ever will I and indeed I is offering you none in turn. I is having nothing for which to be sorry in regards to yourself, you is throwing yourself in combat against myself and my Kane- the wounds afflicted upon you are proof only of your weakness- not my own and I will apologize not for that. You have never stood within my lands, you is never seeing them and yet you coveted them so, sort to remove families that for so long have existed- it is to them you owe your words of apology. Do they too not be deserving home for their children? Your words speak only of your inability to understand, to lead. Perhaps if we is speaking before you is challenging me so many times you is understanding that my home is my being, it is far more then pack to myself and forever will there be an Angel to defend it. Also I is thinking your mate is not boy- you is not getting puppies from her….you is needing boy. Is you…not knowing this?”

My head was given to tilt slightly in confusion perhaps as she spoke of her children, children I is not thinking her Skully is capable of giving. Maybe this is why she is being so…confused about so many things. Maybe her parents is not teaching her about how puppies is made? This is being a thing most unfortunate and yet it is not being my desire to learn her of such things this day as still she speaks once more, my head simply given to turn softly from her own.

“I is being tired of hearing you speaking. I is thinking you is best being quiet now. I wish to hear from you no longer. I is not accepting your apology, I is not giving chance, you is having many of those and still you would not listen, still you would not accept defeat with honour. I is thinking you is being…..”

I was given to pause in this moment, head tilted slightly as my mind searched for the word that it sought, confusion given to mark my features as it was I turned to my Kane as he spoke his own words, silencing Purge once more.

“My Kane….what is being word for girl that is being bad. I is not knowing it in common tongue, it is being word that is being most unpleasant…..wait I is remembering.”

I turned my attention once more to the female of white in this moment, moving to lift now from my seated position, head and tail held high as it was I moved to close this space between us, to stand right before her now.

“You is being bitch.”

I am thinking this is being the most terrible word I know in the common tongue and I am being most….displeased to be using it, for it is a thing most unpleasant I am sure and even if perhaps there are being words much worse this is being the one I am choosing for today and hoping Heyel will not be hearing that I am using it. How rebellious I have become. I simply move to pass her, steps of graceful ease placing myself behind her now as it was I moved to seat myself between the Spirane prisoner and the path of the most easy exit, the one she had ascended to arrive. I is not always liking these things that I do and yet I will not allow my pack to be harmed any longer, will not allow this threat to return and as such I block her exit from the mountain this day, eyes turned once more to the mountain Queen for it is I care to offer no further words.