There is a darkness to the bond that binds them. He can feel the sense of immediate distaste that burgeons on her side yet it does not deter him. There is an atavistic pull between them that solidifies his belief that she is his, bound to him in such a way that only death could reverse. Lucky for Azariah, he did not wish to end the bond, although such an experiement might one day take root in his mind, the imaginings of wild things.

She turns towards him and those charcoal eyes flick only breifly to her, fastened as they are upon the vagrant male who has somehow gotten her attention but not that of the pack's leader. What was this male doing here, left to his own devices? Perhaps it was time for Thorne to put an end to it. It is only when Azzy pushes between direct eye sight that he gives her words credence, ears flicking back in annoyance at her words, eyes sharpening. A low growl bubbles in his throat for the need to push her down and remind her that he was no longer interested in her demanding ways. He won't, but it is still there.

The growl that escapes Arturio has his eyes snapping past Azariah, a sort of fiendish gleam in those strange eyes. Dead eyes, as Azzy thinks of them. But they are not dead if they are full of fire and brimstone. Around her he comes, perhaps assuming his large size will deter the masculine boy, but all it does is stir the frenzy within him as he threatens him. THREATENS HIM. A wicked grin suddenly explodes across his silver muzzle. "You would come between imprints?" There is a taunting message there, a clear declaration of SHE IS MINE.

Only for a moment though, because in the next he gathers himself up and launches straight at the face of Arturio, fangs gnashing at the face of the male, ears back, silent despite his vicious assault. Of course Azariah would likely step in, being as she was, but this time, he wouldn't back down.