Noctisardor Bypass Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

More and more, the world only proved how useless emotions were. Cry had turned cold at such things, and the russet would not be releashed from such a belief from the Void Walker.

"If her desire is to maim or murder anyone on this turf, the someone needs to put her down."

Regard for family relations dissapates after they aim to hurt your new family. Either work for the hand that feeds you, or leave it before it backhands you for biting it. Just was the way of the world.

"Unless she is aiming for anyone specific, then they need to go handle her. Off of pack lands, of course."

Cry was adamant in the ideal. It kept peace, it allowed no one who belonged to the pack to get hurt, especially if they were the one to go kill whoever was after him. If they were confident in their skills, definitely. If they weren't, then why were they so busy being above him in rank?

As far as Cry had seen the interaction between the two, she had completely ignored him, her lavender gaze locked onto that of the Medio's, and it was evident she was not fearful of him. That was a problem. Because that, in all totality, told Cry everything he needed to know.
She was after Horosk.
But he did nothing about it.