The wolf rises now. Anger flares in his multifaceted eyes of green as nostrils quiver with rage threatening to spill beyond his control. Ears fall backwards, buried beneath the thick mantle of cream and caramel colored locks that frame his broad head. Proudly he lifts his muzzle high, his gaze boring down upon his son. "Your lack of understanding is quickly giving way to foolishness. It is these lands that are under my control. MY control. Not your own. Your whims and desires are merely that. Not without putting forth the effort yourself." he snaps, a single forelimb rising to strike down hard against the lush earth underfoot. Muscles ripple along his body as he takes a challenging step forward. "Zjeena was queen of the Bay long before you were born. She earned her rights through blood and tears. Monster too proved herself worthy through many battles and wise words. They are queens of Paradise because I spoke it. They are my mates and my laws rule this jungle." he continues, pausing for a moment to let his words settle between them before continuing on. "Your mother challenged my law at every turn. She made herself an enemy here. She wanted her freedom and so she has it. That freedom does not mean she is welcome here whenever the whim beckons her. She may be your mother but she herself is foolish and the fates will show her in time." he adds.

He turns now, clear that the conversation would lead nowhere good. Noctis did not understand. He did not try to understand and Rougaru was not one to coddle. "Whether you are by my side or chose to settle your allegiances elsewhere sits squarely upon your own shoulders. I have told you once and I will tell you again. This is my jungle. The law of the pack rules these woods. You can either abide by them or I shall have to teach them to you myself. You are not a child any longer. It is time you started acting your age and left these petty grievances behind you." he finishes giving his proud head a toss before turning his back on his son.