He felt his fur bristle in a huge arch along his body, but he forced it flat again. The movement was enough to express his attempt to keep himself calm. Royal tilted her head dramatically to the right "Uh oh... she is hiding now... Soul, what shall we do?" the creepy she-wolf asked in a monotone voice.<br/><br/>Soul closed his eyes for a moment then opened them once more, staring evenly at SnowHeart. "What is on my territory is indeed mine! and she had been on it first before yours!..." he took a deep breath, then let out a throaty bellow. His nose twitching with rage before he managed to calm himself. His eyes remained warm as ever though, kind even... that was what made him so deadly... it was that false kindness. "If you want that she-wolf who is no more then a slow bumbling, bulky bear of a wolf... you can have her, but in return... we want control of the river. No sharing it... you can find a new source of water. Now what is your answer? it is closer to us... so it will be hard for you to quench the thirst of your pack... is it worth one wolf not getting beat into the ground?"