She was out of the chair and on the Beta before she really registered that her hands were closely resembling claws at his throat.  The hot, burning rage at the opposing pack cooled to ice, her eyes hard and flat as she looked Dekoth over.<strong>"For one that talks so big, he should remember his place.  Unless he feels that he can take the place of someone that was <em>born</em> to be an Alpha,"</strong>Her words were calmly delivered, but there was a slight tension that straightened her spine as she invaded any personal bubble he might have.<strong>"Remember your place, Beta... Because it is below me, and your tone will remain respectful,"</strong>She cautioned, gliding to the door.<br/><br/>Opening the heavy door, she stepped through the threshold and closed it with a quiet snap.  Musette's movements were precise as she moved down the hallway, scenting each member that was in the Den.  She instinctively knew where Calvin was, and knew she needed him.  Controlling the need to be close to him, she moved as quickly as she dared without running.  The door loomed up on her quickly, and she pressed a hand to its surface before slipping inside, closing it behind her and leaning against the solid door.<strong>"Calvin..."</strong>She murmured, the need for comfort strong in her voice.  She could already see him, pacing like she had been in her study.