losing my religion

Discipline- it was something to be said for her relatives. For when they weren't speaking in tongues the sermon loving wolves were gruesome in their implement of heirarchy. Of course ascension was possible, but it was always hard earned and disrespect towards such vigorous input was intolerable. This, if nothing else had been taken from her homeland.

When her attack failed Creidne went ahead with her demonstration anyhow -curling her tail up as her ears slid forward. She wouldn't relent until she heard, or better yet saw a convincing apology. It was her right after all. Snarling through the stranger's outburst, a bit of spittle escaped her when Cree spoke her own passionate retort. "My concern was not intended for your misuse -your amusement. If it's a game you so desire then you ought to seek out Jinx and dare her closer." Taking a few defiant steps closer, Cree was nowhere near cooling. The atmosphere in Ouroboros Spine was too cinched for her to 'relax' now that she was aware of their troubles, and she thought less of anyone who didn't agree with her concern.

"Submit," she demanded through her thoughts. It was absolutely vital to her that they kept some sort of decorum amongst them. Less they allowed Jinx's illness to warp them all.