The ivory prince scowled as he saw the message scrawled on the ground by Raven. Gathering more herbs? That was his job not hers and if she was eaten by a wild animal like a bear or something it was not his responsibility. After all, she had wandered away from his protection. He dug his claws into the sand and clawed all over the words, hissing softly.
He heard her voice, her howl, summoning him. Her Jarl. Did he have to punish her again? To make sure she learnt her place. He was of higher rank between the two of them and he did not tolerate such disrespect from his subordinate. He pondered whether or not to answer her call, he did not want to appear weak to answer his subordinate's call but she might be in trouble and he had promised her he would protect her.
He followed her voice, tail held high in the air as he approached her, or them. He was angry, did she not know it could be dangerous? And who was this female, another dark wolf and from a pack by her scent. He trotted forward, standing slightly in front of Raven, his stance protective, his sapphire gaze cold as he looked at the female in front of him. Expression impassive and regal as he gazed between the two dark females.
Finally a cold smirk appeared on the yearling's lips. “Ert þú vilt að ég að drepa hana, Hrafn?" he asked softly, gaze on Raven even though he knew she didn't understand what he was saying. "What is wrong, Hrafn?" he said smoothly in his accented voice. "Is she bothering you? Do you need help?" he glanced briefly over at the other dark female before turning to look at his subordinate again.