She snapped at him for his words, making it clear that she wished for silence, and he felt a growl slip passed his own muzzle. She called him a dog, and he flinched, before his eyes iced over, and his anger boiled upwards. He stood slowly, looking her eye to eye as she raised her voice to him, berating him, threatening him, and telling him to leave.
His lip parted over his fangs in a menacing growl and he leaned his head closer towards her, through there was still a distance between them. He coiled his back legs, like he intended to pounce, before pushing the energy into his paw instead, and slapping the ground before him. He leaned forward and tore a small chunk of flesh from that leg and spat it at the slave, blood flying from his muzzle. “Fool woman. Let them break you then, so be it.” blood dripping down his lips, and down his leg, he turned from her and stalked away, before his anger drove him to do something that both he and Deathbelle would never forgive.
He needed to find something to tear apart, something that was not Zee or a Klein, to get out the raging anger inside of him. He knew he would have to leave the pack lands for a while, for if a Klein came across him in this state, it could well be very, very bad.
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