Hmm, I smell chicken...

The yearling seemed to have a lot to say in her defense and Azure could not help but quirk a brow at her tenacity, at the youthful way she saw the danger and tried to wave it off. If Sparrow and her crew had wanted to claim this child for themselves, the wolves in her corner would have to put up quite a fight to get her back.

Gesturing to his recently maimed ear with an oversized paw, he gently clued her in. "This was their handiwork. One of five permanent wounds they attempted on me." Azure was a seasoned warrior with more than fifty hard fights beneath his belt over three short years, he knew first hand how brutal and efficient a driven wolf could be. Placing his paw back upon the ground, Azure sighed. "Don't underestimate anyone, okay?"

She continued the conversation, turning somber as she asked how he and his mate had fared through the ordeal. Az shrugged his large shoulders, though his lips were set in a grim line at the memory. "She made it out without injury, thankfully. And they did not. I assure you it was a much rougher experience for them than it was for her or I." Nearly a half-dozen maims between them and a traumatic and sudden birth on top of it all, Azure often wondered how exactly those pups had fared through the shock of the situation. To wish death upon an infant was a harsh thing, but he'd meant what he'd said when he'd told Sparrow that the world did not need more pirates.

"Speech"