Blackfeather Woods phoenix; you can't touch her without burning

she tells him things that, if they are the truth, make this situation even more grave than he presumes it to be. and yet, easily wintersbane is affronted by her continued audaciousness. she is in a captive of blackfeather woods and he is currently the highest ranked wolf beneath the dark council. not to mention ...she asked him for help. and yet she speaks with a command to her tone as if she is in control here. he doesn't need to her; not truly. if there is one thing wintersbane doesn't tolerate it's placing all of his bets behind one option. the whole tywyll situation was purely coincidence but ...was it? had the daedra of the woods led him to the boy only to lead him here, to this very moment?

"leader of the redhawks or not," he snarls the word at her, tail rising over his back and lip curling back. "your rank has no bearing in these woods. especially not in this place," he is keen to remind her. "you are in no position to demand anything of me." he hisses with a low rumble resounding deep in his chest. "you need my help if you ever want to leave this place alive." but she was not the only option available to the blackfeather's, despite what she — so arrogantly, the tundrian considers her words to be — thinks. still, her information could be useful. but how useful? useful enough to deal with her bossing him about like she has any right? "i could easily leave you to rot in here. they won't find you down here." he promises her cruelly with a cold sneer.

mephala is frustratingly silent, her whispers absent from his mind. so, wintersbane assumes he's left to handle the captive without the night mother's council.