Shanghaied

The black and blue wolf really knew how to talk. Artisan lifted his rear leg and scratched at his ear as the man spoke, on and on and on. "Look, buddy, you can call yourself a sanctuary pack all you want, but it's clear to me and must be to your pack as well that you are merely a wolf too young, too unlearned for your throne. You take things too personally, you don't know how to have fun, and you kidnapped a man who very clearly did not mean you nor your pack any true harm." Had Artorias simply allowed Artisan to leave, his pack would have been safer in the long run. He could have gathered his allies against Sparrow and shown the Pirate King that the Hallows was not a pack to be targeted recklessly. Sparrow would have likely laughed off the threat, but her eyes would have turned to another pack for the next raid and the Hallows would quickly become a distant memory. Now? Artisan could not anticipate how Sparrow would react to his capture, but he could only assume she would not be pleased. The Pirates had allies too, and the Hallows' sin of kidnapping was much greater then a mere friendly raid had been.  

Artisan stood then, turning to face the bars and the young Aegis who stood on the other side. It was not often he took a stab at being anything that wasn't fun-loving and often drunk, but within this cell, starving and bored and much too sober, Artisan could not find that joy. "You claim to be a wolf who provides sanctuary to others, and then you do the absolute worst thing you could do for your pack in retaliation. If you really cared for the safety of the wolves you lead and care for, you would have thought with your head and not your power hungry dick. Those 'repercussions' would have hit my pack a hell of a lot harder had you not overreacted and kidnapped someone." Artisan shook his head and scoffed, reaching over with his paw and slapping the tray back beneath the bars. "Congratulations, you have allies, but we do too. And while I guarantee any allies we share - while they may be disgruntled at Sparrow's choice of raid target - will be just as upset with your escalation. "

Artorias' threats were becoming boring and Artisan rolled his eyes skyward as the last one landed. "Stop with the threats and get to the punishment, boy King, I tire of your attempts at intimidation. I get it if you're too young to know any better, but raids fucking happen in our world. You get over it. It's not personal, it's survival. Go ahead and send me to your Armada daddy. Neither of you can stare down a group of raiders without getting your panties in a knot, it seems."

"Speech"