Don't you talk to strangers.

Jace itched to chase them from the pack lands, but he stayed still every muscle quivering in anticipation. He wanted to snarl at the female that spoke in such a nasty way. His heart hurt and his mind was full of teeming ugly thoughts. He did not think he was wronged, he would have gladly taken his punishment, his problem was simply that Fox had not listened, she had completely ignored everything he had to say. Who was to say that she wouldn't do that another time, on something else as equally important, what if it came to the safety of her wolves and she refused to listen, because she was so damn stubborn and thought only she was right.

Good god how he wanted to rip into that little fox colored bitch. He did not say anything to Njal, nothing he found he didn't care anymore to say anything to him, he just wanted him to leave, and though he respected the silver furred warden, he also would not care if he never saw him again, mayhap it wouldn't hurt as much to respect him then, and have him think of him as a monster or worse. What was worse he didn't know, but the warden could sure make him feel that he was worse than anything on earth, with merely a look.