Shadewood Perdoname Mi Amor

Too much. Chaos erupted as the drama sprouted before him, two shouting  adults that were supposedly forged from the same steel-
yet to Cry,
They were weak.

He could feel the glacier within crack, a snap of a dam that held a sea back. Through the rush that filled his ears, he could not imagine the speed in which he flew past Minori, but it had to have been remarkable. Could light itself do what he had just done?

Around the pregnant woman he curved an extreme arc of his bulking form to meet that of the dark and speckled Higoro, fangs free of the embrace from slavering jaws. Crisp and clean, an irrevocable dart of lethal icicles aimed for the man’s neck. Not to kill, yet ever so close to the jugular that a clear warning was due from this. And as swift as his body had surged forth and separated the space between Higoro and Minori, it pulled back from its ambush, and stood an immovable orbalisk of winter-eyed midnight on the threshold of his goddamn woods.

”I will not say this in vain so heed me, roach.” His tongue curled where his lips laid free, his words calm yet baring fangs of their own. He could feel them, each word edged, sharp, pointed, and noosing quickly around the mind of this peon before him. 
This unworthy fucking disease.

”Disrespect me, or anyone in these woods who belong to me under the home of these woods, and I will not be merciful enough to leave a full body to bury for your grave.”

He looked monsterous, a nightmare of omen alive as his nape and cape rose to dance with shimmering guardhairs. The shine of scars pacing his shoulders and back grew obvious where they had been hidden before, a patchwork of crisscrossed veins where he had survived his encounter with his past before now. Bears had not killed him then-
and Higoro was far from such magnitude.

Minori’s pleas were not lost on the Phantom, but he could not release his gaze from the whelp before him. 
And just as easy as her words came, so did his judgement. 

“No.” 

He did not relax his posture, but his hide relapsed into place. 

“I will show him what it means to kneel.”

And should the bastard think he be above such submission, then his ego would be his ticket to the grave. “We are wolves, not kits. We do not act out from hunger, whining and striking out as children do. That is no excuse for this behavior.”

That went for all of them.