Instantly he stopped walking when she came snapping back at him. He glared at her and his grip on her wrist grew firm as he pulled her hand up and showed her the shackles. "Seen and not heard. Did you not understand the phrase, Princess?" He asked calmly, looking straight into her eyes. "I will not argue my point with you, I don't need to, however, you<span style="font-weight: bold">will </span>listen and you will<span style="font-weight: bold">learn </span>to follow my orders. I won't tolerate your screaming, but if you continue to act like I<span style="font-style: italic">child</span>, I will treat you as such m'lady."<br/><br/>"You don't exactly have an option of going anywhere. So there's no use in fight." he told her, looking away, tugging her wrist lightly as he motioned for her to start walking again. He led her into the stable to a plain brown horse. It looked like a farmer's horse, average, and not exactly pretty enough to catch the eye of a thief. Arawn walked over to the horse slowly and patted it's head, stroking down the line of it's nose as his eyes bore into the animal's. He smiled and patted her neck, walking to the side of her, "Good horse," he praised her, pulling up his saddle easily with one hand.<br/><br/>He had no intentions of answering anymore of her questions, nor did he have any intention of letting her have her way. He would remain calm and not play her games. She was a mere lycan, unlike him in any way but she was not craftier than him. He was not an average human and that was why he was able to be such a successful huntsmen. The forests belonged to him just as much as he belonged to it and the world was his game where he could dabble in bending rules as he saw fit.... Well, without really realizing it.