Hushed Willows Mythic

Her response did not please him, but it satisfied his violent uncertainty. Since he knew now that he could not direct his ire at the spineless spook, he would simply have to direct it elsewhere— and this was not a task Warbone considered difficult. He licked his chops thoughtfully, though snorted as she mentioned the Grotto wolves. He might've been offended, if he had thought she knew him better. "You think I would target innocent wolves in my vendetta against your paramour? Incite war for the repentance of a single head? I am vicious, my dear. Not stupid." He blinked slowly, perhaps smiling, though it was difficult to tell in the dark, and the dim shine of his eyes gave away very little. "I will not harm him, though, as you believe he deserves his life and I respect you... For some reason yet to be seen." Amusement tickled the fringes of his thrumming tone.