The only true insult he dealt was putting Ziv on the same level as himself. The younger hound stayed her tongue, too weak to spew forth the wrath she felt. She was not like him. She was better than him. Hades had sent her to be rid of Malcoda, he had trusted her with something so important. Malcoda was a maggot in the dirt compared to her.
"Prečo ste ma zabiť teraz?" she asked, struggling to her feet. Part of the question was a challenge, and part was genuine confusion. If he did not wish her to live, if he didn't care, then why was she still alive? She couldn't figure him out. He had been so revered once, so respected. He was ruthless and brutal and fearless, he was what the pups strived to become. What had happened to him? "Už ste sa na pet ľudí ako sa hovorí?"