This kid needed to calm the hell down. The pain that flares from the bottom of my jaw infuriates me but I am careful to hold back from a full on assault. What a waste that would be after all this. I am only now starting to doubt the veracity of my decision in choosing him. Maybe he got his lip torn off for being such a mouthy, annoying prick. Still I fight back so that he doesn't take off running until someone can get here and help me detain him. Did he think I was going to kill him? After all this time I could have if I really wanted to; I could tell how his leg was starting to cave beneath his weight and that is why I push back. Until I hear the snarl that alarms me, sending a zing of electricity down my spine even as my alpha comes bursting in and shoving Tychon out of the way.

Enough. I let out a deep growl/groan and drop my head, opening my jaw to pant. It allayed my irritation to see Tychon fall down on his belly and then rolling over, clearly too weak to make a dash for it again. At least I had succeeded in something anyways. My oddly pale blue and white eyes flick from the male to Daenerys as she surveys me and I give her a curt dip of my maw in respect before glancing at my prisoner once more. I can tell he is regaining his fury again, if a bit too hurt to do anything about it.

I can't help it, it makes me smirk. Mould-Back? The name makes my smirk slip into a scowl and I growl once more, tail rising even as my head remains between my shoulders. "Watch what you say, Ty," I say back coldly, deliberately shortening his name because I know it would irritate him. What didn't at this point? "And show some respect to my Alpha." There is a loner tenor of threat there as I take a step forward; Daenerys had been my Alpha for a long time and the mother to my best friend. "I brought him here to stay for the time you asked, my Queen, I say, stressing the last word with a rude flick of my eyes to Tychon. "Clearly he is tough and obstinate. Not sure if he was worth the trouble though but he is here now."