Ziv was going to follow him. He was her target, and if he wasn't going to kill her, Hades knew why, then she was going to recouperate and finish the job later. For all his cockiness, and his self assuredness, and the idiotic notion that he seemed to think he still deserved respect, Ziv found him to be... amusing, almost. The way young pups were amusing. She had watched the watch bitches with the little ones once, and they had been biting one another amd tussling and scratching each other, claiming that they were the fiercest hound of all. But a quick swat from an elder's paw sent them on their backs and hushed their mouths. That was how Malcoda seemed now. He talked big and walked with his head high, while Ziv lay in the dirt bleeding. But if another elder came along, or the master... She had heard about when Malcoda had been called back home for the last time. He had not been so proud then.
"Plánujete k jedlu ma?" she asked, confused, limping behind him. Why would he do that? Had being banished turned him insane?