Moonspear But it's fun to fantasize

Anger settled in, fueled by the helplessness that he could not even properly feed his own thrall, couldn't have brought her anything more. The fact that she did not instantly submit to him irritated him, and he felt the urge to lash out. Yet he did not, a moment's reprieve reminding him that the anger would be misplaced.

But when the defiant words came from her mouth, something snapped. He was reminded of everything he'd lost recently, and how this was all that had replaced it — Dhole's defiance the day that she left, the painful words she had shouted at him, he saw mirrored in the female's bitter words. Teeth were bared in a display of anger, and just as he was about to snap and grab her face, she lowered her body further to the ground which caused him to feel a little bit more in control again.

Charon calmed down a little, though he still felt like an elastic band that was ready to snap at any moment. Yet the snarl disappeared from his face, for now, the anger dissipating; at least until the next time defiant words would roll from her mouth and remind him that he wasn't in the driver's seat as much as he'd have liked.

"Good," he said, his own words bitter and laced with anger; stone cold words that mirrored how very little he cared for her as anything more than his pawn. "How is the leg healing? When can you hunt for us?" he asked, is tone cold and uncaring. She was here to be of help to them and she would provide for her pack like she had promised as soon as possible.