Sunbeam Lair broken down and dirty

The male had walked upon thin ice ever since the first time he'd disobeyed her, and, so far, had yet to do anything that might work towards remedying the situation. Rather, she'd been made to witness yet another display of insubordination. Even a child would have understood what she'd meant, and so she knew that Jolon's mind had not been misled. He'd simply decided to try and find a way out of obeying her, which was an act that had caused for her lip to twitch; just beneath the surface, Draco stirred, testing her mental strength several times over before having finally retired to the back of her mind. Control had been maintained, though a part of her had wondered if it truly would have been a terrible thing to release the dragon for a moment. The notion was an absurd one, having quickly been dismissed, for she knew not if she'd be able to take back her body should her conscious ever be made to go dormant.

"Jolon, you will back away from her right now," the girl repeated, pallid gaze having hardened. "You will not touch her." Still did she not trust him and, perhaps, she might never. What the future held in store for any of them was something that the dragoness could not see, and so she lived in the present, just as everyone else. Presently, a member of her tribe had been injured—defiled—and it was her responsibility to seek justice. Whether it be through death or something else entirely, balance would be restored, as she existed for the purpose of maintaining it. How she might go abut accomplishing such a task, not a soul would ever be able to tell, but she would do so no matter what might be stacked against her. Had she the resources of her familial tribe, already would the process have been sprung into motion. Yet, she did not possess so many bodies, and so the steps taken would need to be carefully thought out and played safely until the end was reached.

Towards the hurting female, the chieftess had taken a step. "I need for you to focus on me, Avannon," began the girl. "Focus on my voice. You are home and you are safe. You can calm down and rest easy." Should she not move, another step in her direction would be taken. "Did he give you his name?" she asked, wondering if anything might have been exchanged prior to the crime. "Was he of a pack, and, if so, did he tell you which one?" Any piece of information at this point would be helpful.