Windsong Fjord a penny for your thoughts

OOC: things can end here if you'd like, or continue depending on Kjors' response <3

Gent listened cooly as the one-eyed man rumbled one, cocky as ever and finally blatant. The blue ice grew thinner, the Round Stone Crest wolf's eyes narrowing further. He didn't like this other creature one bit, for multiple reasons. Most of all, because he was disrespecting the order that Gent held onto so dearly. Secondly, because he was not giving him what he wanted.

No, Gent Lieris was not willing to play games. As he saw it, the benefit in relenting his information was in making Kjor a key ally--building his reputation amongst both packs. But that obviously wasn't enough for Kjors, and the blue black beast began to wonder if he didn't much care for either pack. Their king had been murdered and here he was, rubbing Gent's nose into the fact that he knew without being willing to aid his allies without selfish gain. In all honesty, Gent didn't want the lead that badly; and anyways, he suspected there were other means to gathering the intelligence on Tokino's killer.

"That's right," Gent said, voice as cold and glass-smooth as his glacial eyes shone. "You're Kisla's dog. Which means her allies are your allies, and it's not worth my time to play games with a wolf who doesn't respect his alliances. Maksim will be hearing about your lack of cooperation, rest assured."

And with that, Gent stood, turning his back to the dragon; he was done here.

A raspy chuckle broke free from the man's chest, sand and grit whipped over stone as his mirth bubbled free. The Mother have mercy on this ignorant fool! Shaking his head, he allowed the younger wolf to move away. What bruised pride could do to an idiot, much less an idiot wearing an untested title and a crown too heavy for his brow. Such a familiar sight – he knew it well. Were Gent able to cast his gaze into days past, the king would understand it was the pot calling the kettle black. Calling it like he saw it. Took one to know one. The bluing wolf was in over his head, treading water with only a hope and a prayer. Only time would tell if the current would sweep him underwater, or if his fair counterpart would through him a lifeline and tow him to shore.

But none of this was Kjors' business, nor his concern.

"Y'do tha'," he laughed, eye twinkling like a splendid son at the very idea. "Y'go on an' tattle t' Maksim tha' his subordinate won' share information wi' y' jes' 'cos y'demanded." We'll see how that goes, he thought to himself, smirk plastered to his maw as he watched the larger wolf disappear up the incline and away from the water. After a few moments, the dragon allowed himself to do the same – he was far from Hearthwood River's borders. More importantly, he was far from his own den, and his little princess, and none of that would do. Moving briskly, he melted into the shadows, and vanished.

Exit.