Slaying The Demons

Brows quirked at the mention of his taking the Plains, so Abaven was pissed at him about threar...that was a given, but this new information about another apparently upset with him..well, what a surprise. "Oh? Surreal hm? Someone you know apparently...let me guess, someone I've never met is upset with me and out for my blood?" It was amusing really, he'd never heard of this Surreal, and yet Arian was implying that this said person was on his case too. That was interesting news...he sneered then, his calm facade dwindling. He would not be playing Arian's games again. Did she think him a fool?

"If I recall...you were the one that told me to go after them, perhaps because you wanted to save your own skin you betrayed one of the most 'beloved' packs it seems." Rumbling laughter would shake his form, oh how childish she was still. "I care not where you go, but perhaps...others might. How would they feel if I told them what you did, Arian? That it was because of you threar no longer stands?" Amber gaze bore into her, a hint of threat in his voice. She was so concerned about herself...saving her own skin and throwing others under the bus to do it. What did that tell him? He wasn't afraid of a loner who had beef with him, not when the woman hadn't come seeking him out for one. And secondly, he didn't care. Wolves all over could hate him however much they wanted, in the end, they would make their own mistakes.