Wapun Meadow Angels call me, but devils enthrall me

For a wolf who had threatened to rip his face off last time they spoke, the ebony male before him was a talkative creature – the exact opposite of the dark cinnamon male. His eyes remained cool – aloof, even, and as Jace rambled on about how maybe he should have taken care of things different, and how he couldn’t kill someone.. yadda, yadda, yadda.

Clearing his throat to hopefully interrupt the flow of words, his brows lifted, about to remind the wolf that by no means were they friends, and not under any circumstance did Scimitar give a shit about anything that had to do with the Sunspire or its wolves — or Jace's morals. As long as Ferdie was not out for Bazi’s blood.

“Okay… likewise,” he responded with a bit of hesitance. After all, he wanted nothing to do with them. Still, it was only fair to give the male a warning. “If he tries to hurt Bazi in any way, Jace.. there won’t be a warning. I will do everything in my power to protect her, no matter the outcome.” In other words.. he would kill the unstable male, or die trying.