If by life or death I can protect you,

The pup before her was held the capability to be an dangerous killer, but for now he was simply a child who needed to be disciplined. His feral eyes told her he was too far gone to help save, he had already chosen the path his life would take. Ailith's body language is nothing but a warning, one he would be best to head for her mind was in a dark place and he was no innocent life; there would be no mental unrest, no sleepless nights, if she was forced to take his throat within her jaws and squeeze the life from him before he could transform it into one of nightmares. For now though she would allow him to think he was a big bad wolf who posed some form of threat to the mountain, his bristled hackles meant nothing to her. No matter how old she would get or how long she remained retired, the frozen girl was still an assassin of the north, born and bred to rid the world of monsters with ease.

She gets him to move with ease, her form stalking and looming behind him as she led him back to the scene of the crime. When she crosses the border, she stops him, speaking to him very briefly before calling for his judge and jury. The silence that falls between them is nothing short of cold as the male before her refuses to speak or make any noise. Icy blue eyes watch him carefully, scanning him up and down as her mind begins to wonder about him. What caused the male to come to the mountain and attack innocent pups? Who were his parents and where were they? Did he have any siblings and were they like him? Questions that she hoped in time would be answered, even if she had to follow him around for a bit longer to get them. Her mind however is broken from its train of thought as the sound of another approaching has her ears flicking back ever to slightly, her eyes not leaving the child for a moment.

Taliesin was the first to arrive, his fur shining like the sun as he approaches. Ailith watches the Justiciar, watching the way his hackles rise, and rightfully so, as he inspects the child who attacked his nieces. He offers the older female a nod of his head which is returned to him in a pleasant greeting. His face shows no ill emotion but she can see the thoughts swimming in his eyes, he is conflicted, trying to see past the child's age and look at his actions. The white female knew it was hard to do, but sometimes it was necessary. It does not take long before another approach, the last remaining member of their little party: Queen Daenerys. She would be the one to determine the boy's fate and punishment. Ailith and Taliesin were here to help but she was the deciding factor on his conviction. Therefore, he'd be wise to start playing nice, especially for her.

The slight inclined head towards the white female does not go unnoticed, in fact it fills the older female with pride that she had been able to accomplish this task. The mountain born queen moves elegantly to her pack mates, touching shoulders in silent greeting. She stands tall over him, her presence dominant and intimidating in these moments as she makes it known that she was a rightful queen and he would not mess with her. "You stand accused of attacking two children of Spirane, without just cause. I, Daenerys, Alpha of this pack, in company with my Justiciar Taliesin and aspiring Mercenary, Ailith, will serve as your judge and jury in this case. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she speaks, Ailith listening and watching for the boy's reaction to these accusations.

Cold blue eyes watch the dark male, waiting for an form of response or recognition but all he does it simply sit in silence. It was peculiar, and now that her mind thinks back on it, he had never even snarled to her or make any noise outside of his feet upon the ground and breathing. His purple eyes simply stare at the three before him, thoughts swirling in those eyes showing intellect but nothing comes out from his lips. Ailith rises slowly and takes a step closer to him, eyes narrowing in curiosity and thought as she looks him over. "He cannot speak....can he?" she asks, her voice calm and neutral as she tried to coax some form of an answer from him so they knew where to start.

"Does he think he would be able to mouth the words to them since he cannot talk?" she says, her head tilting ever so slightly as she waited to see if he'd try so they could proceed with the trail. Her words were not cruel, for she was not mad that he could not speak. Her anger lingered only over the idea of him attacking pups from her pack, and if could explain himself, even apologize, maybe they could find a way to help him, get him away from the path he had chosen. His mind was still young, he could still be saved if he was willing to try.

I will...