Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

The bitch who had sought to impress him with her empty words now stepped forward with concern, and Lecter curled his lip in open derision. The strength of Silvertip roiled behind him, and though the wench had called her own wolves, the savagery of Jinx's followers, their aggression, the tensed muscles needing only a word from the sylph — these things, in the end, would prevail.

The ugly collection of stringy muscles who piped a hopefully cheeky rebuttal was given a cold glare, but the thing was engaged by Kaname. The bloodstained Beta remained alongside Jinx, ready to lash out into combat with her if things came to such.