Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

And so she blatantly insulted him.
She did it without mercy.
His lip curled and he looked away. He didn't like being insulted, but he didn't have a vengeful fire burning inside him.

He looked back to the woman, fully composed again; even with a soft smile.
"I think my father must've since he named me," he replied cooly. Men for the boys, and women for the girls.
He wouldn't mention his sister's name, he might lose his cool if she insulted her.
"If you hate my name so, give me a new one." He smirked, tail thumping softly with his humour. Perhaps if he liked it enough he'd take the name on.

Then she spoke about some other packs.
Ah, so she'd been wandering.
"Along the coast, perhaps Yuèlóng, though I haven't been there for some time. And as for the willows, that will be the Court, I know not their full name. Both packs are enemies to the Saints."
He gauged her reaction, letting her have her say on the matters he spoke of. Perhaps he shouldn't be too liberal with what he spoke of, but Donovan didn't want to have their allies deceived.
"They hate people who offend them in any way, they are very picky and pretty relentless. They have many friends in the area, but we have our own,"
And theirs was a lot meaner than the likes of the Empire and the river pack.
Perhaps he can put her off of allying with their enemies.