in your darkest hour

Hawkeye's ear twitched, but she kept her composure. Her father had always taught her to stay placid when her anger spiked; it would give her the upper hand if she needed to attack, for she would take anyone she needed to by surprise. This was completely unlike her mother--and her brother, for that matter--whose anger boiled and splashed in the face of anyone nearby.

She faced Yildun, keeping a scowl from her face and the icy chill from her breath. This wasn't due to Yildun himself, but the, in her mind, irrational stance he had taken by jumping to conclusions. And Hawkeye realized that the Alpha was just being defensive of the pack, but that didn't keep her from resenting the harsh words.

Warm and responsive, ready, go. "Yildun. You know I already asked you about these things, and, in no way was I trying to act like you weren't here; I would never do that to you after the goodwill you have shown me." Her anger had dissipated by this point, melting away and going soft with the memory of his hospitality and openness. "I simply wanted to heard from your leader," she put even more gently, "the things I had asked you previously."

Hawkeye turned to Koontz. "I did not ask to make--you, Yildun--feel bad about himself, or anyone else for that matter." She glanced back to him as she said his name, and then, once again, looked to Koontz before finishing her sentence. "I was honestly curious as to the warmth in your heart. Obviously, there is not a way to phrase this without anyone being put into an outrage." Taking a deep breath in at the end of her words, she waited for a response.