For a moment, his kind-wolf appearance slipped, and the cold hearted killer with the frozen wasteland for eyes inched out. He caught himself though, and took a deep shaky breath as he licked his jowls. "I cannot tell you how tempting it would be to crush you... but unfortunately, you had not answered my question. Is it the wolf you want that badly? or is it that rush of seeing the pleased look on your packmates faces as they look up to you as a leader?" He chuckled. "Because that would just be selfish of you... don't lie now, you think it feels great... having the power of wolves behind you..." he whispered to her, muzzle an inch from her ear. "Your sister just loves being able to dig her claws into that of a groveling wolf that would follow her to the end of the world... just to see the betrayed look on his face... maybe you two are more similar then you think..." he taunted. Daring her to attack him while she was so close to one of the bloodiest fighters in the territories. He looked past her, but stayed his ground close to her.<br/><br/>"Will you let your alpha do this... Loyal wolf?" he said, directing his speech now to Silverfang.