Duskfire Glacier stone-age mind in a space-world age

Responding now because I am travelling tomorrow. Mar -- this is probably a rank challenge :o

Malachi conceded beneath Tuwawi's weighted voice and impassioned leer, the man's compliance securing him a place at Duskfire's, and Tuwawi's, side. After all, wasn't that what she wanted? To preserve and protect her vision for their pack? Though the Sveijarn's words were course and her tongue was sharp, the dethroned would fight tooth and nail for any who aligned themselves with the glacial pack -- and if Malachi had been in Larus' place, Tuwawi would have brought down hellfire's hammer, all the same. To think that these wolves naught lifted a finger for her son was enough to make the firebrand retch. Yet, even now in this call to arms Scarlett remained steadfast to her pacifistic ideals.

"Up to him?" she crowed. "He who knowingly let barbarians hold my son hostage for months? Don't make me laugh." She moved towards Scarlett with a lofty posture, red tail stiff and bristling in the air. Her eyes narrowed, voice heavy and rolling like an oncoming storm. "Any wolf who is unwilling to spill blood in order to save a brother has no place at Duskfire," Tuwawi growled, "and will never have my respect." Her ears pitched forward, lips curled to make her dominant stance all the more apparent. "Get out."