Blacktail Deer Plateau I think I need help

The deathbringer turned briskly upon Ingram's order to join him.

But then the unwanted voice croaked.

Infuriated beyond reason, the pale man lunged for the acolyte, teeth wide. He hadn't quite measured the movement, so it was unknown of whether his teeth would hold any contact with the target or simply sound a brief snap nearby.

The dreadfather has spoken. The conversation is done with, acolyte. Ingram's decision had been made clear. Why could she not drop it?