King Elk Forest Nocturnal

Vex found herself disagreeing with almost everything Vivaan had to say. Her lips twitched down into a scowl as she questioned sardonically, "What am I to do, make Vorilye my prisoner? No... no... not after everything he's done." Not after leaving her. He would have to suffer, but not as a prisoner. No, Vorilye would see a slow death by her hand. "He is no Cruor. He abandoned his family — he is not fit to carry the name Cruor."

Vivaan did not seem to take her good news well; he gave a whine, nipping at the nape of her neck. It made her hackles bristle, and she snapped, "The Dominion belongs to me, Vivaan. I will do with it as I please." Then, she loosed a low growl, partly at herself. She relented, "But... you are right. It should have been a discussion. You are my right hand, after all..." And she could not afford to lose him. Vex sighed softly, then swiped her tongue across his muzzle, murmuring, "It was happenstance that I met Fury; I was travelling. There was no time to summon you."