Hushed Willows and never for a minute did he believe he could escape

An expected reaction came. 

Hostility. 

Strict and pure. The man before them tensed, solid in their stance. A growl later followed. It was but a warning.

This would not do.

There were some easy to command, but not all. Alike the shadowed man lurking at distance, no obedience would follow. 

Heavy feet drew in small steps, an impressive body slithering forward to greet he who had acknowledged the additional presence. Eventually, there would no longer be a gap. The easy lift of a tail would strike another, making awareness of the closeness. It was there the shadow would remain, not allowing this possible adversary to set eyes upon the face.

Mind your manners, boy, A cold tone slid from the tongue, hollow and bare as if there was only a ghost with no evident soul.

Never again will you dare to assume a demand over me, or this shall be the last you have use of those precious organs you favor for sight.

All words were clear and unmistakable. This was made sure of.

What was said would not be taken as a threat, but a promise. A solemn one and nothing less.