Malcoda was still a force to be reckoned with. A beast to be feared by young pups who forgot their place. He may not have technical status with their Lord any longer but what he was he'd earned through years of hard labor, sweat, blood and devotion. That would not be taken from him by some two-bit bitch looking to redeem her name. "Dávaj si pozor na jazyk, alebo stratiť," he warned with a snarl. Malcoda was no one's docile pet and Ziv would do well to remember so.
Snorting, he turned and started to walk out of the clearing, tossing over his shoulder, "Žijete preto, že som radšej hrať s potravinami ako prvý." At this point, he didn't care if she followed him or not. He was going back to his domain to lick his wounds. Max was next door with Pete, probably cowering once he heard the howls but for now it meant he was safe. If Ziv didn't follow, Malcoda would sniff her out later. If she did, even better to keep an eye on her.