So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
She teases and pleases him all at once, claiming him in a way taht he inwardly claimed her. Still, he growsl at her assessment, his fur prickling at her mention of his own children and Paravana. Paravana was HIS. She was something beautiful and altogether different. His growl was a threat to Sarabi, a warning to not threaten what was his, although it could be construed as dislike for her mention of their spawn. Sarabi does not pull away, focused solely upon him, and the danger of this position soothes him a way. She is vulnerable to him and he revels in that. Because, in a way, Underidge seeks to protect her.
There is no need to look down to know that Sarabi bares her teeth. Underidge's own flash as the boy speaks, his manner petulant in a bossy way that rubs him the wrong way immediatly. He remembers the pup snarling at him that first day. It looks like the boy has yet to change. Natiya and Blackthorne. Her plea is ignored for the moment as he focuses his gaze upon the children. They wander closer, Blackthorne's back stiff and his tail up as he glares up at his father. Natiya, however, drops down beside her brother with her belly to the ground and head low, a sign of submission. She does not roll over, however, for fear of either Underidge or Blackthorne's teeth in her underbelly.
Blackthorne pauses bfore them, casting a glare at his sister before looking at his mother. Was she in heat or something, rubbing on him that way? He growls again but suddenly the silver male moves, pressing one large paw into the face of the smaller wolf and thrusting him to the ground. And then Underidge stands over Blackthorne, large paw pressing into his throat while the boy thrashes on the ground, snarling and snapping and successfully managing to draw blood from his father's leg in his fight. Under remains removed, merely standing there with ears laced back until Blackthorne finally wears himself out, panting and laying there with hateful eyes slicing between Under and Sarabi.
"Sit down," Underidge hisses, lifting his paw and placing it by Blackthorne's head. Slowly, ever so slowly, the boy rises into a seated position, ears back but no longer growling. Now Under turns his head towards Sarabi, ignoring the boy.
"No." He knows it will infuriate her but he doesn't mince words.
"I will come back each day and begin their training." And in those words he lets her know: he will let them live. For her.
UNDERIDGE
EIGHT - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)