Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Just wanted to throw a quick reply in to react to Eden's attack! I am also drunk, so this is trash. Don't mind me :P

To Reek's surprise, he heard a familiar voice. Emory. His cold gaze fell upon the woman whom he once considered family -- whom he had once loved. His icy expression, however, did not soften. He was firm in his demand and he would remain so, no matter what the glade threw at him. He would not be moved. Despite this, Reek hoped that his old friend would understood that what he was doing was not born of malice, but it was simply what must be done to keep his family alive. It all boiled down to a simple question of us versus them.

There was no time to explain, because Jhala went right down the warpath at her. In truth, Reek felt the same abandonment that his wife felt -- but even more so. Just when he thought and old, important part of his life had returned to him, Emory left without even a word of goodbye. Such a thing was unforgivable. Reek, however, could not make his feelings about the subject known, because in the distraction that followed after Emory's arrival, one of the native wolves lunged at Jhala. He had given them an option: relinquish their rule and be spared. It now seemed that they would not comply.

Reek simply reacted as any proper husband would, with rage. "She dies," he shouted. Not only did he will Jhala to land a killing blow, but it was a command for his wolves to kill the dissenter. Knowing that his pack was full of competant warriors, Reek was sure that they could. "And so will anyone else who moves against us. You have your choice. Make it now." He had hoped it wouldn't come to this -- but, so be it.