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The sneer that comes from the dirty wolf turns my curious gaze back into one so icy cold that not even the winter bears of the tundra would dare stare into. There is a harsh bark of laughter that causes my ears to snap back in my silent way of telling her to silence herself. She snaps her jaws and I am beginning to think that she is trying to act like the alligators of the swamp lands. Her sudden pacing causes my muscles to tense and fur to bristle, anticipating a sudden attack and ready to defend myself against it.

"Each moment you delay her life blood is pumping out into the swamps. Andras will not forgive me if she dies. She is a foolish girl, his Siren," she growls at me. My lips twitch, revealing ivory daggers at the sound of her growl. I had heard of the girl she spoke of, it was known that she was not favored by her parents because they believed she didn't act according to how they wanted her to.

"I am no diplomat, mountain wolf! He has sent his other emissarys to Glorall in hopes one of them will return but if they should fail to arrive in time it is up to me to bring one there quicker. She was playing with some foriegn pup and slipped into the marsh. Unlucky for her an aligator happened to be in that spot and it was only through the help of her friend that she was dragged out with her hind legs torn to shreds. Even if I get a healer after this waste of time she might never walk again. Better that she were dead." Her words are harsh and they remind me of life back on the tundra, except these wolves would never understand the luxary of running to another pack for help. On the tundra, you'd have frozen to death before they got help.

. "Spirane has sent an envoy once before but she did not finish her proceedings with the King. It is because of that I was sent here and also since Daenery's has held the mountain this long he feels she will be an asset rather than a waste of time, as Purge would have been. " And there is atleast some truth to her words here. " She is not fond of the wolf who paces and does not care about the death of one so young. She will call for help, to save the young princess Siren from the cruelties of the swamp," I growl at her. If it wasn't for the life of the young female on the line, i'd have sent this wolf back with her tail between her legs to face whatever punishment awaits her at Iromar.

I lift my head and let out a howl, calling for Daenerys. It is a powerful, beautiful howl that rings through the mountain tops. As my song fades away, I lower my head and glare at the female in front of me. "If she dares to try anything on Daenerys, she will be cut down where she stands, with no hesitation," I warn, with a snarl and the untrust of this wolf written all over my face. My tail flicks, letting the swamp wolf know I am completely serious.

9 years | loveless | tied to Eric | Spirane | ♥