I could show you what you wanna see.

Feminine voice lacking the tones of a divine angel would reveal itself to his presence. The brute would watch with narrowed gaze as the pale ghost materialized from the darkness, to approach him and question him. He knew not who this pale beast was, but her splendor and glory were quite different then those he had come across thus far. The brute would size up the woman, for they were both approximately the same height...for now. He would soon to grow to his full height of forty inches, and it would not take long for him to attain such stature. "Armageddon. Only those deemed worthy may call me 'Raw', and you a stranger in my eyes." He would respond accordingly, uncaring towards who he pissed off. He didn't know her, and so would not stoop to the level of polite exchange until he learned more about this creature and if she was worthy of such a pleasure.

She would ask who his parents were, and a wry smile would slip upon his stained maw as the boy smirked. "Argent and Isardis, of course." Of course not. He had no idea that Isardis was not his true father, but instead his son Taurig. The pack had done well to keep that information from his siblings, however. For it was not something mentioned upon the winds. He would eye her, relaxed yet ready should she attempt something of criminal attempt. However much honor was important to him, he would not hesitate to throw it away and play dirty should another show such lame attempts. Icy and red flecked gaze would bore into the crimson of her own, the color of her pelt quite attractive for such purity was seldom achieved. "And your name, darling?"

"Speech"