Shadewood I come back changed i can feel it in my bones

Her call surrounded his mind with something thorned and poised for so much more than a simple request. He rose from beside Gwen, his ire surely felt by his wife for being called upon like some whelpling that had gotten caught running into a snake's burrow. Iced irises narrowed in their deep caverns as he and the pale Alphess rose from their home and made their way to give audience to Minori. However, at his arrival, a gilde of silver speech moltened over his tongue as he prepared his refusal to Minori's claims and demands. He knew soon enough with her and her little band having their children here, there was going to be some kind of uprival soon. She would turn, and bite the paw which fed her, and that bitting would be here, now, and today. 
His surprise was barely held in check as she directed her insults at the pair of them- only to land on Gwen, his Gwendolyn, who mothered the Alphaic pair of wolves here, and whom had begun her structuring this pack into the kind and worthy respite it had been in the very dawn of this pack. Had it not been for her soft and welcoming spirit, his heart would have hardened against atleast half of the wolves who'd come and stayed, using the food she fought her life upon to hunt for, sleeping where she had prior patrolled and ensured the safety of, taking up the air she too breathed with her mate Raziel and their spawn. 

Minori had gotten her taste of authority...
and now she craved it all. 

His smirk came so fiendishly at this rehearse  of Minori's, almost as damning as the words he calmly and openly asked the wench. "Minori, you already have this place you demand, the rank beside me in nigh all matters...it almost sounds as though you wish for my place- not Gwen's." His assumption was concocted of her insults to his job around this place, his 'seemingly nothing' that he had been attending to. Sitting besides his Pale Shadow, the Phantom spoke again, baritones as closely cropped to innocence as a shark's inquisitive gaze. "I almost would be led to believe that you haven't noticed I have too been busy recruiting and keeping the basis between us and Firebirds as well as Melonii handled, as well...or have you been too caught up in your angsty hormones to see past your own narrow-minded lusts?" He wasn't even referring to their sex- no, though a tilted crown and discreet wink would lie and say he was. No, he was referring to her being allowed to shit out her little heathen spawn here with her band of degenerate wolves who were good for nothing besides wasting space and time. Of eating the food his Wife had dutifully placed in those caches and tucked away for a family who simply looked for their own gain, all along. "Was this your plans all along? To take advantage of a caring group and rear under their limitless protection until you could run through them like a group of fucking parasites?" How cute. Turning to nuzzle Gwen's shoulder, he only reminisced through the wonders that they shared as he threw heinous insults at the woman he so carelessly trusted himself to accept as a near equal. 
Returning the artic stare before him, it was clear his response to this bullshit. They burned an irresistable blue, one so dementedly lost in the winds that scored the frost-bitten oceans that you too could lose feeling in your limbs, should you stare hard and long enough into them. They were the eyes of an Alpha who quite frankly...had lost his tolerance of his leniency. 

Cry, the kind and mindful servant of his Wife was gone long before now, but now it was made quite evident that this was surely far from anything close to the generous man who welcomed this band of peons into these thriving woods. No...
only the Devil remained here. 
And without much more than a sultan grave for a voice, his silk warped to ruin all who defied him. In their embrace, the Melonii had nothing more to hide, the omens of Mephala's wrathful praise and destined future under Meldresi's herald of legacy. Of course out amongst the void of the Keep strode @Damien, the mass of despicable meat, flesh, sinew and savagery that very few beside his uncle Slade possessed. Whether his foes perished at his beartrap jaws or he finished their final breath beneath his hefty pads, the brute was nothing more than despair and hell, incarnate. Whether @Flicker or even if @Nocturnal was besides her King, he cared little for. But what mattered was his words were laid before Minori and her brooding pests with nothing more than a 'please' and a 'thank you'. @Cordelia might have even been watching from afar, but even that did not bear upon his list of mindful things. 

He was smarted a crack by Phex's mention, yet at Higoro's his arctic feelings resurfaced. Fuck that twat. Cry intended for him to starve outside of the borders, for Minori to come across his rotting carcass with nothing more than a parting whisper of loss. No, it was obvious she still gave a damn about the ranky rangy worm...so be it. She could keep his useless ass. 

"She seeks to replace you, Gwen...we can not lose each other to such an arrogant disease. Think of the children." Neverfucking mind Minori's own kids, he snorted with disgust. What good could they be if they were suddenly left motherless?