The wolf reaches out, softly brushing Dahlia's hair from the little neko's face. Listening to Ember, he didn't seem to be paying much attention. Either way, he leans down, lightly drawing his fangs over Dahlia's neck. "Fine." The wolf says, standing up straight. "But make sure you both understand. Disobey, and I won't hold back. Step out of line and speak out of turn, I won't stay my hand the next time." The wolf motions for Dahlia to untie her sister.