Burn it down

The simple words of the male took Gargoyle by a quiet sort of surprise. He didn't care if Kaios died, eh? Well that was interesting. At the very least it loosened his tongue in the matter. He shouldn't have been surprised by this declaration, really, considering the sort of wolf that Kaios was. But Gargoyle was a wolf who was loved and respected by his pack. He didn't sit upon some rank expecting others to bow, he worked for them. He was only still a Chief because enough of his pack, well, almost all of it, really, had picked themselves up and moved out of their home to stay with him. That was the sort of party he lead, and he was proud of it. Thinking on them all, improved his mood a little. He was no longer as blackminded as he'd been when he strode through the waves. However, the subject they were on, wasn't exactly the happiest.

The white male, Domovei, as he had said, now asked what had happened. Seemed they were actually having a peaceful conversation now. "Kaios raped a niece of mine." The male's tattered ear twitched. "She was an idiot to go out of pack bounds while she was in heat," he added in a mutter, "But she didn't deserve what befell her." Of course, Gargoyle had been alot less infuriated by the whole affair than Crusade had been. His elder sister saw every rapist as devil spawn and wanted them to get the same treatment she'd given the last one she'd met - beheading. However, Gargoyle had talked with Maka, and he knew a thing or two about males. As far as that sort of thing went, it hadn't been that bad. He hadn't scared her up or beaten her down, and it wasn't as though he were stalking her now. He'd seen some cute tail, taken it, and left. It was low. It was unfortunate. It was wrong. But Gargoyle didn't think it was worth killing over. Especially since everything had worked out for the best. Glaciem had gotten three more strapping babies and Maka was made a happy mother.