no one's pet

Chaos' eyes narrowed to slits, his hackles bristling. "Bold words," he growled, "For someone surrounded by a pack they don't belong to." He took a quick, clearly aggressive step forward, staring the other male down. "Frankly, Adravendi, you don't have a fucking choice. What Legion does with our property is none of your fucking business. You don't like it, find someplace else for your fucking menagerie." He deliberately bared every inch of fang in an expression that was somehow both grin and snarl. "Minus a fee for reneging on our agreement, of course. To be used however I fucking see fit."