Selfless, Brave, And True

The man would rest his xanthous eyes upon the figure of the taut woman, his eyes wondering what secrets she had to tell, and indeed, it did not take long for her to spill them. Neo. Obviously. The bloody traitor. He was going to have to be handled. Swallowing back the arkhos would recline to his haunches and he would stare at the woman, "Mmm, Neo is a traitor and deserves no less than death if his wish is to betray Valhalla. He has cast away the Adravendi's and is therefore nothing less than wind beneath my metaphorical wings," There was spite in the alpha's voice, and yet, there was also promise.