A chuckle of her own would follow his words. He had a point, perhaps their childrens rivalry could forge them into excellent warriors and an even better team. But when she spoke of a rival, his interest spiked, as he seemed to have no clue what so ever. A brow would lift in question. He wished for answers, husky words beckoning for her to spill more information. "Not to long ago, a little she-devil showed up, telling me that my son was growing soft." Despite her cool words, her expression would sharpen, eyes narrowing as she stopped her movements, turning fractionally to face him better. She continued speaking, not bothering to give him a chance to explain himself, he would have his chance. "Rumors are a dangerous thing. I do not ask that you rule the same way I do, it is your own pack to do as you wish. But when one starts a fire, it very quickly gets out of control." Coral gaze clashes with his own cyan gaze. "So tell me, have you gotten soft?" She would inquire, words deceptively soft, eyes searching his face with serious intent.
