You Better Be Good To Me

Cyanide grew still, the ex-Tortugan who still reeked of her old pack, blending to the best of her ability as Collision approached the gathering. She relaxed only minimally at his appearence, she was confused why none of the pack had questioned her presence here but she certainly wasn't going to complain. He, hopefully, would ensure she remained safe, lest one of them decide they had a grudge against Tortuga, with the intention of taking it out upon her. her eyes flickered back and forth as voices spoke out against the Alpha, one after another or so it seemed. Her audits swiveled, careening this way and that, missing nothing. Some defended the ex-Valhallen restored, others defended him. Some protested the rights of marriage and questioned the dames ability to rule. Her ears pinned back against her cranium. Irritation flooding her veins, as her muscles locked down. What was this blatant disregard for their King? It did not bode well with the seasoned assassin.

A snarl would erupt from her maw, soft, swift, deadly. Enough to gain attention and nothing more. She was not usually one for speech but she deemed it necessary now. "Enough. Have you no respect for your King? He has ensured strong alliances, that will not only benefit, but will last, binding the packs of Valhalla and Seracia by both blood and friendship. Life may not always be perfect but he has done what is best for the pack as a whole, as a good King should." her voice was cold and detached, but blunt and to the point. Her gaze would turn to Collision, two toned eyes gleaming and she dipped her head in submissive apology.

"I apologize if such is not my place but such blatant disrespect does not sit well with me." Honor and respect were the two nuances that drove the assassin. They had been hammered into her since her early years as a pup and they would never leave her.