Children. It is better, I think, to discuss Underidge's own in these moments despite his obvious distate for the act of raising them. After all, I know how it is. My first litters were...difficult, one might say. Between the abandonment Achlys put them through and her taking of Eros, I am often surprised to see the three that remain from her doing...as well as they can. Ehiyeh is a unique case among the three but soon, her case will be absolved. As for Renai's...it is difficult to say. They were not an intended thing, a byproduct of my own young curiosity. Though, one daughter at least thrives in Taviora, close to Zeltzin and my children.

It is those children that come to mind with a flick of my ear. Moteuh. Perhaps my rage has blended into one feeling, one distinct sensation that drives me headlong towards Samhain. Once he is eliminated, I will move to the next. Let Taviora have their folly attempts at diplomacy but I know it is a simple resolve - Aranck will die. It is the only way to pay his dues. I have grown tired and weary of diplomacy. All the talks in the world cannot put the blood back in her body and bring her back to us. But, at least others can die in her name. It will not be myself that kills Aranck, no. It will not be a stranger nor even Underidge but Moteuh herself.

"Do not worry," I finally drawl as he comes closer, subduing my thoughts for the time being to these mundane things. "They grow to be useful in time." And truly, I have no doubts Underidge has considered their uses. I do not imagine a man like him might have children out of love nor appreciation for the creation of life - I imagine he thought much the same as me at time: where can you put them? What can they learn? We are a world driven by a want to connect, it is why they might call you father and it would be a disservice to not use those connections.

Today, it is Underidge that I will use though, it is a symbiotic thing to be sure. He senses my anger, my frustrations and I sense his eagerness. We are using each other in this moment as I grin at him, seemingly eager to speak the name as its foul taste slips through my lips. "Aranck." The name lingers in the air and for a moment, I cannot help but tilt my head in curiosity, fascinated to see how he might react to such a target's name - not just a loner or some wolf hidden within a pack but rather, a leader, a man with a dozen below him who will surely stop Underidge. I wonder...is there any other who could stop the silver snake once he had been given his target?

Though I doubt I need to provide him with a reason, I will do so simply because...I want to. "He took something from me," I state idly, stretching out my legs as my eyes roam from Underidge and towards the west, towards the direction of Taviora. "A daughter of mine. Taviora wishes to deal with the situation..." I smirk, my eyes then locking onto his. "But I do not think words will satisfy." Only blood. Only flesh.