Perhaps more of his father's blood had leeched into him than he had initially known; the sudden anger he had felt confused him, an agitated sensation that he could not shake even as he tried. Why should he be so mad, after all? It was his own insecurities that festered like a wound and not anything the woman had said or done. Did her desire to acquire him not prove he was at least wanted in some regard? Despite the rationality of such thoughts, he still felt his teeth grind in frustration as he attempted to compose himself as her approach.

Death sentence. He could not help but snort at the comment and beneath his breath, he issued only the simplest of responses: "perhaps it is not the mountains that will kill me." He almost quivered at the thought of Underidge's pale face staring back at him, his teeth stained crimson with his savagery. Yet, he refused to do so. He had been blessed that day. He had to remember that. He had been freed from the gnarled and horrid pain that came with his defect and so, he ought to remember Underidge with a fondness. Still, he could not help but worry that the male would come for him. It was not his brother Eden that he feared but rather the wolves he had such sway over. Abel knew Underidge worked alone. Even if his brother allowed Abel to be taken for whatever purpose, it did not mean Underidge would be pleased with that decision. Abel was as much his as he was any other's. That made him quiver just for a moment, something he hoped to distract from with another disgruntled huff.

He had gone to bite back at her for her words but he had been cut short when another woman began her approach; this time, he understood it well. Instinctively, he lowered himself, aware of her position. Her aura spoke volumes and her scent cloaked the entire mountain. He sunk back, eyes watching her but never meeting her own. "Abel." It was all he could muster, a heavy sigh exiting immediately after his name as he attempted to breathe out his frustration. He was outnumbered now. Even if he wanted to run, how far could he get? Nowhere, he supposed.

"You'll be happy to know that Samus has brought you a wolf who cannot hunt, cannot sneak and who cannot even run with the pack." His grin was surprisingly passive aggressive as he rose then to meet both Samus and Daenerys' eyes. Samus was right. He had tried desperately as a child to run up all the dunes and hills he could in order to become stronger but where had that gotten him? He had failed Inanna, Samia, his own siblings and mother. He had done a lot of failing. For a moment, that awareness flickered in his eyes and yet, he drowned it out immediately with stubbornness. He was conflicted. He did not know how to feel and even though some part hoped he could prove himself useful to anyone, he knew he had to stay bound to his version of the truth.