Single golden orb would burn a hole within the man, watching him look to Erani then another male before finally moving his ass without a word into some bushes. She would glance around at the wolves gathered around, a growl threatening to erupt from her jaws but she would manage to hold it down, for now she had to deal with somebody who she had believed was important. A flick of her stump tail and the girl was off after the man, large body pushing through the bushes like nothing, overwhelmed by the darkness she had come to form a liking to. He was silent, sitting and waiting for what would befall him. He was lucky that she wouldn't slice his throat right then and there, just mere feet from his precious little pack. Seraphine would stand before him, head held high, no smile, no snarl, just a mask void of any emotion. Perhaps that's what made her seem threatening, unable to view what was going on on the outside to hint at what was happening on the inside. Oh, how horrible it was, so bad that just a glance from her would kill. ?Explain yourself, now.? She demanded, tones hard as stone, cold as ice. Muscles across her body would twitch as she stood there, lips threatening to pull back, to slice through the air wit a snarl and launch herself on him that very second. "normal. talk. think. you.

Sephiroth

She would come, and she meant business. Though Sephiroth had respect for her, he was also tired of her being constantly pissed at him. She was mad at him, that much was obvious. But he wasn't going to let her push him around either, no matter how much he cared for her, he wasn't going to keep taking it. And it was those thoughts that something flashed in his eyes mere moments after she spoke. "What do you want me to explain? If you're angry at me for not standing up for Valhalla, then be angry at me. You only know what you see, and understand nothing!" He snarled, aquamarine eyes contained towards her for the first time, a hard edge. He had not wanted it to come to this, had not wanted to ever snap or be angry at her. But it was hard, when she was so determined to be that way towards him. His whole life he had grown up to obey authority, to follow your duty and do what was necessary for the greater good. He was a mercenary, not some brain muddled pup! He was not one to be pushed around, and lately his hard soldier like exterior was beginning to creep out, his emotionless case beginning to surround him once again like a cocoon. He stood, fur bristling and face contorted in a snarl as his eyes raged. Inside, he felt like a hurricane raged within his soul. He loved her, but if all she could see was his supposed failures, then it was obvious she didn't hold any affection for him. "I know what you've been through, but you need to understand as well that you're not the only one that's been through this. There's much more to life then being angry, but you have to do your part as well. I love you, Seraphine, but I've been getting the hint that you don't feel anything of the sort for me...or are you going to say I'm wrong? That I don't understand or know you at all?" He snapped, irritated and hurt at the same time. He knew why she was angry, he had been that way too until he found Valhalla. Perhaps, after this..he would return to who he once was. The monster he never wanted to become. The male kept himself squared, knowing that Seraphine's fiery temper would possibly spur her into an outburst. If she did, he would be ready for it.