Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

She made no move to bow.
the arrival of his brother would, on normal occasion, incite anger, but the woman held that now. First, she dared trespass, then she dared not pay them reverence, even when they had spared her from the wraith of death? 

he said nothing, but his eyes turned to his brother's, and a silent message was conveyed there. The he was stalking toward the woman, features blank yet settling a brief moment on the wounds that he had given her. At her head  did he halt, and spoke gravely then. "My brother. He does not like being disrespected."

he remembered then the words she had uttered, the fear and the shattering effect on her sanity they had had.

"the man"

he lowered his head a fraction until his optics stared right into her own. "I can summon him." He told her with a wicked grin, optics not blinking once. He had no idea what reaction they would ignite, having little knowledge of who or what exactly the man was, but probed cruelly to see if they would have effect. His brother was violence, physical violence incarnate, and he, he would attempt words. He knew that fangs and claws had a great effect, but wondered should mere words have the same.