the significance of the moth is change

It's confusing to me as well! If they scrap, we can just see where it goes. majesty is bigger and younger but old butthead here has been fighting longer. not too evenly matched but you never know! lol

Lecter had been expecting an outburst from Majesty, but the long parade of words that broke from the male bored him. He was threatening a dangerous wolf, the little fool; toxicologist Tyrande might call herself, but she had not proved her skills. Lecter had done so in his long life, and would not be averse to poisoning Majesty if it came to such.

He did not listen to the dark male's excuses for why he had gone to the Creek; the shaman turned his back and began back down the path he had come. Fully cognizant that this left him open for attack, Lecter nevertheless flicked his plume in a dismissive way and began to saunter back toward his den, having said his piece.

Majesty meant nothing to him. Perhaps the speech-writing dullard would lunge for him, but that would mean dismissal from the pack, perhaps death. He would do well to watch behind himself and stay out of the shaman's path; he still had not found a sacrifice, and Majesty was blooded and hale enough to suffice.