He felt he had fueled her fire the best he could, taking it as far as he was willing to take it. Perhaps, if he pushed to hard, he would force the female who still was allied to it's Leaders, to begin defending them promptly. He had no intention of doing this and so, remained silent for the time being as Anastasia was left to stew with her thoughts. After some time, he spoke once more. "Perhaps I should let you be?" He spoke, his voice low and with every meaning to be polite. After all, he had come here with open intentions to show her his affection for a woman standing at the top of the pack. Now that she no longer was, he had done his best of the situation, a last resort perhaps before he was, likely, booted from the pack now that Spectre was in charge. "Take the kill, if you want it..." His silver eyes shift back to the child deer that he had tossed to the side in anger. Giving a deep sigh of what might have seemed like a sadness for the situation, he turned and left her to brew with the words he had given her.