Frost gave him a death glare that he was fairly certain he could feel boring into his skull from behind. "Don't think you've won, yet, Summer. I'm merely saying, if I wanted to fight all of the Wyld, I'd fight all of the Wyld, and over more than just this tiny plot of land." She paused, then grinned. "Maybe I ought to; what say you? I surrender this plot, if you agree to help me conquer all of the Wyld?" she said with a laugh.