no one's pet

Chaos listened without comment, though his eyes narrowed perceptibly at each word, his hackles raising silently at the growl that accompanied the last. "Of course it didn't," he said dismissively, though his tail flicked dangerously at the associate's tone. "You agreed to provide my pack with a fee for remaining in Legion's territory, Tornach. You've been enjoying my pack's protection for yourself and your little farm since we arrived here." His voice rang with poorly disguised impatience. "What we do with the payments we receive in return for that doesn't concern you." He should have known from the start that an Adravendi could be counted on to be a morally righteous pain in the ass, but his enthusiasm for his plans and, frankly, his greed for the easy prey Tornach brought with him into the deal, had made him convince himself that an Adravendi who couldn't stand to live with them surely wouldn't be as prudish and whiny as the rest of his clan. Clearly Tornach was going to make him regret his deal.