He looked up slowly, setting the spoon and bowl down, and going for hte waterskin.<i> "She try anyting, you watch her be punished."</i>He wouldn't have decent in the ranks, such as it were. Though he did move away from the hogtied wargen, while getting the water and glancing at his skining knife, making a mental note about something... He seemed a sharp, unreal contrast to the three others. He was towering, while they were hunched. They were naked save for fur here or there, as he stook fully dressed in armor, cloak, and accolades of battles past. But, most of all, he was in command, free to do as he wished, they were all bound, both physically, to eachother and soon obediently to him. Turning back to Mora, his sharp red eyes trained on her like she did the rabbit earlier.<i>"Now, you think you make fights? You want hurt her? Or boss her round, just like you think I boss you?"</i><br/><br/>Zun'woh closed the distance in less then three strides, for they were not steps. No, his lumbering, mighty form did not walk, it moved with purpose and pride.<i>"Next time, I may you mend her. Then, I put you in ropes again. In her ropes... Now, I want you, to no let any more fighting happen. Not in this pack, you hear, Zul'Mora?" </i>Suddenly leaning in close, the skinning knife in one hand, the water skin in the other.<i>"You keep all in line, or I take names away... You hear?"</i>And there it was... The card was played... Now, he needed to see if she would perform as expected... He had his hopes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>