Astraeus' first question elicited an angry twist of the skin atop his muzzle, and it only escalated from there. Yeah, they certainly had been down this path before, and if he recalled, the man before him had left the situation with his tail between his legs and Gent had issued him a final warning not to pull the same shit again. This was different, he supposed, in the sense that this time it was not just the king's crown, but the entire pack that Aeus had shit upon with his actions and now, his audacity continued even with Raela at the Lieris' man's side. Was he giving up the charade? Or did he truly think himself such a wordsmith that he could ever smooth all of this over with her? The insult to his friend as well as himself only stacked his rage.
Doesn't end well for us. The king let out a scoff right back at the daredevil. As if his relationship with the deserter meant anything to him at all, much less that he would alter his actions for the sake of it. As if he were the one that would be damaged from this incident. Gent was baring his fangs now, coral tongue running slowly over the daggers. It took him quite a many words to get out what he wanted, to speak to Raela alone, to continue beating her down until she forgave him yet again for his traspasses, and that he was willing to fight Gent for the privilege. Oh how badly he wanted to take the Taranath up on that, but it was Raela's heat against his skin that kept him from such rash action. Our dear Raela, he had said. No, no, no. Perhaps before he would've been willing to share, if only for Raela's sake, if Astraeus had somehow proved himself worthy of such a treasure. This was no longer an option. Raela was no one else's but his and he would no longer allow another wolf to make mistakenly think otherwise.
Yet all of it was endurable until Minka's name passed through his lips. He hadn't seemed at all surprised by her death, much less injured over it, but worst of all was how casually he tossed mention of her in order to insult him. In that instant his rage consumed him, the flames of it licking down his spine and light up his eyes. He breathed in an air-rending snarl, but the sound was tempered by an unexpected outburst from the woman beside him. Momentarily distracted from his own turmoil, shocked chunks of ice stared upon her as she screamed her own anger at Astraeus. With the final repeat of get out his mind was made up. If she wanted him out, Gent wouldn't give him the chance to turn and leave on his own. Too much had built up within him, and this was his only chance to let it flood out.
All of his anger at the injustices that had faced those who he'd grown to care about, from Minka to Lugh to Danica, fueled him as he tore forward, destroying the air between them with a violent roar. His fangs sought to tear into anything they might garner a hold on, while his powerful forelimbs would aim to hook over Astraeus' shoulders and force him harshly to the ground.