Every loner respected the laws when it came to borders including the elusive mauled wolf. It wasn’t hard to stay far away from packs. Packs were untrustworthy. Even this one. Really with her track record she could not afford breaking any sort of rule. She didn’t feel it was a crime to hunt along the borders of the pack. The prey was not on their property and she had made sure to kill it without crossing the line. True she shouldn’t have done it so closely to the borders, but then again she saw things as black and white. She was assured she did not break any rules. So when he pompously told her she had hunted on his packs’ grounds a definitive snort was given to him in a scoffing manner. Really if he wanted to threaten her then he would have to follow through. It is when he speaks Latin does one ear twitch as that apathetic tone drawled out.

“Why would I be disappointed in you? I speak this language, because I know it.”

His second comment as to how she would know this language brought the mauled wolf to tilt her head. Those bright violet eyes with the speckled blue held such a sardonic gaze. Did he truly believe that she would be capable of being intimately close with those of his blood, or even have a mate for that matter? Although she refrained from spending much time with her species she was well aware that looks were everything. Why else did she allow her appearance to do all the talking for her? One look at her and she would solidify the rare chance of anyone daring to approach her. There was a hint of an amused taunting tune in her voice as she spoke.

“Do I really look like the kind your Father were to approve if I was with one of your siblings?”

Where to even begin? For starters her blood was valued as worthless. Her pelt was obsidian and not a perfect shiny white. Not to mention she had ever sort of mark on her and with a disgusting mug like hers to officially seal the deal – it really wasn’t hard to believe that she would be seen as not even a candidate to even be considered a mate to an Angel. She hardly knew his Father or his pack and yet she was ever so observant. Amazing the information you can receive when no one notices you are around. As he spoke about receiving thanks of service from his old man another ridiculing snort came from her.

“What I did does not receive thanks or gratitude.”

Really she didn’t kill the feline because she was aware of the legendary wolf. She acted upon instinct. She, like Ferfox, was an apex predator and in this cruel and miserable world only the strong could survive…and they were the only ones that deserved to live. It was not so surprising that he would speak with such pride about his family. There was nothing wrong about having pride in oneself, to have the confidence, to have the ability to reassure one’s self. Yet boasting about it. Talking about it…as if it were the only thing to live for well…that was just pitiful. Grey-trimmed ears would flatten as if his voice was irritating. As he rattled on about his family one eyebrow was raised as she went eerily still. For a moment she was quiet and her intense violet gaze would hold onto his lilac orbs for a moment. Her cold drawl dripped ever so slowly from her maw as her grey tipped banner swayed side to side in a lethargic manner.

“Yes, Angels of Diveen have everything, but you hide behind their pride. There is…something missing…you and your family lack. To say that pride is a ‘crown achievement’ sounds….pathetic.”

Truly to her it was. To always be prideful to hold it upwards in such a lofty potion was foolish and dangerous. Many a times she had seen those that considered themselves ‘brave’ succumb to their own downfall. It was no surprise to her that something so similar could happen to him and his family. He, just like the others, were missing one key thing that every species should have. Yet it was rare to find a wolf, like her, that was capable of implementing something so very primal. Shaking her head she would turn around and lay back on the ground not caring in the slightest that he was still around. Placing the badger between her paws a heavy sigh was given as she looked to her meal with a look that briefly showed a tinge of sadness in that macabre face of hers. Softly she spoke before she dug in her meal not bothers to look back at him.

“Perhaps I should be disappointed…then again I’m always disappointed.”