Saluce lost track of most of everything that happened after his fists fell to the side but still however doing a sizeable amount of damage. At least enough to shake the trespasser from his stupidity. However his voice rose up again as it seemed to always do, even in defeat the wolf was ignorant. Maybe he was right, about them all being young, Dahlia under Conor’s leadership was a young pack that was a correct assumption. Having derived enough information from speaking with Conor, he knew enough about its history to know this. However his comments about honor left such distaste in his mouth that he felt like vomiting. There was no honor in battle, no fair fights, the wolf must have misjudged the predicament he was in, such a transgression meant death and the fight itself, the response and all the actions leading up to this point where of one singular mindset, to maim, dismember and kill someone so foolish as to disgrace their lands with his presence. That was the true heart of “Dishonor”, this wolf shifted the blame from himself to the others who reacted to his infiltration as if he had the god given right to do so.
Standing his cold blue eyes looking across at the others who had joined him he spat on the ground in disgust. Missing his weapons so he could just end this matter instead of have to try and work out a way where he can protect the others especially Conor and Bris. Those two where the future of the pack, his own offspring would serve theirs in the future, so it was with this thought alone he forced his posture to relax as he walked around to Conor. Eyes where still burning coldly reflecting his very irritated mood, stifling a low growl as it was to not escalate the situation further for the moment. He would wait until Bris was out of harms way, before letting his anger boil back up to the surface. So his frame stood next to his Alpha’s, arms crossed, teeth slightly bared.
“You speak of Honor as if you had every reason to cross pack Territory, hunt and then challenge a pack member. Nothing of your actions speak of honor, this one on one battle you had obsessed in your mind about, this mono e mono braver then thou attitude means nothing. About as much as the moon means to us. Pray my Alpha has mercy on you, otherwise I’ll hunt you, and when you feel the cold embrace of my dagger swimming in your belly, you’ll see me grinning, whispering La mort vous Attend (Death Awaits you)”
A brief pause as he turned his head to Conor, head inclining towards the offending wolf. It was his Decision and he would allow the young leader to make it. It was Saluce’s first act of establishing his loyalty to him. So the words he wanted to say, what he really wanted to do to this wolf
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