His head was tilted to the left, and blood dripped from his wound, when he looked up- a colder eye then he had before stared at her, but at the same time he seemed disappointed, and barely seemed fazed by her words. Enraged, yes... but not an ounce of fear. Soul backed up from the raging Alpha and signaled for his fellows to retreat. "You have six moons then, don't make the wrong decision..." he grumbled. Turning his back and waving his tail like a happy puppy, but also growling with rage from the wound she gave him feircly "When me and your sister have pups! I will make sure to train them with her to be really good killers... she is my mate afterall..." He turned his head once to SnowHeart "The most viscous of your nieces will have your name. Out of respect for your legendary scoldings and heroism... selfish wolf." He said, turning finally and leaving. Leading his wolves back to there own camp.