Wake up and fight again

He watched her reaction, watched mull over the subject. When her question came he almost gave a laugh. Almost. Didn't most Adravendi bitches follow a leader for no fucking reason but just that they were alpha. At least she was now set apart from the others in his mind. He gave a smirk to her. At least she knew not to follow some one just because they were in charge. "With me, if I wanted to hide behind others and let them fight my wars I'd be just joining one of these pathetic lacks and having someone else do it for me. A true alpha needs warriors to not only fight with him but to stand with him no matter what." he flicked his tail. His blood splattered face then turned baring his scarred eye more upfront and for her to see as he let out a laugh. She was trying to bait him and he wasn't about to fall for it. Fighting was not for just the he'll of it. She had no beef with him nor he with her, yet. He answered her baiting even better, keeping his scarred visage completely visible. "My vengence is for those that caused this, those that ripped my father's pack, my home, from me. You do not fall on that list unless you ally yourself with abraven or imperium. My warriors need not know my strength nor I theirs, all we need is a mutual understanding and loyalty. What they claim in each raid and siege as theirs is just that theirs. What's mine is mine. Slaves taken that you do not want belong to the pack. You listen and follow orders when nescessary, but otherwise your your own woman." he explained the basic idea of the pack before he gave a pause. His gold eye then turned to her face. "and sweetheart, you aren't going to goad me into fighting. I've spent too much of my life killing and fighting those that didn't deserve it, for the entertainment of those who told me to do so on their whims. I'll fight when I want and who I want when I ducking feel like it. And I don't feel like it." there she'd best understand it now.