"THAT IS [i]ENOUGH!"[/i]

Anara's shout alone probably would have silenced the Council in full swing, but it was Inirath's roar that packed a real punch. There were certain perks that came with being the biggest and the bossiest, and she wasn't about to just let those slip because they were away from Draketooth. The thunder dragon rose up to her full height, chest out and head up, and her silver claws dug deep furrows into the dirt—most worrying, though, was the fact that each and every rider on the islet felt their hair stand on end, and the air carried a distinct scent of ozone. 

Keltor held her ground, standing with her feet planted, a few feet away from Inirath's front paws. One of her hands was tight around the hilt of her still-sheathed sword. She wasn't just irritated now; she was [i]angry.[/i] When Quincy landed at her feet, she hauled him to his feet in one smooth movement before turning back to the group at large. 

"Sarai," she said, teeth clenched and tone icier than any frostbite's breath. "Control Razeth or Inirath will. Quincy, Alejandra had better not lunge at [i]anyone[/i] right now or we're going to have issues. Cabhan—wake the others. Anyone who will come."

Her hand tightened on her sword, and there was a grinding noise as she slid it a bare inch out of the scabbard, then sharply back in. Inirath's head sank lower, her frill standing on edge and her eyes gleaming an unnatural gold as she showed just an inch of her silver teeth.

"I suggest you start explaining, Axon, before you make [i]another[/i] bad decision."