Ymahr grunted under his breath at the uncooperative nature of the fox, if the lion wasn't already suspicious before he is now. The vulpine's body language was already saying as much, he looked as if though talking about the particular subject caused him grief and for a while the feline thought he should just drop the subject to protect his privacy but if he was going to be accompanying both him and Thorvald, he had better be comfortable with opening up to the both of them, lack of communication is what often severs bonds. 

He grumbles at the words of the fox, rather than telling the truth he chooses to hide it under his own skin, or rather fur in this case. Granted it was personal, but bottling up your own problems generally leads to more problems along the road. The vulpine was avoiding eye contact, which just raised his suspicions even more, call it cliche' but cats were always curious little beings, and the lion was no exception to this rule. Eventually, he flashes back at their earlier quarrel with the Wurm and tries to recall what kind of magic he had used earlier. It was offensive, that was obvious enough, he was throwing ball-like projectiles here and there. And the fact that he said, [i]"With the amount of prejudice with the type of magic someone uses."[/i], the lion soon figured out that his travelling ally was none other than a Necromancer, no other school of magic would be faced with such discrimination other than those who practice the dead arts after all.

The feline closed his eyes and cast aside his spear, looking at the fox directly in the eye.

[b][i][color=fff200]"Pathetic."[/color][/i][/b]

He crossed his arms and spoke up once more.

[b][i][color=fff200]"You are pathetic for doubting others, but more pathetic for doubting yourself. One should not be defined by their magic, but with their actions. If you yourself know that what you are doing is right, then who are you to fall victim at the words of others? To fall for such petty words, that is weak. But showing the world what it has not is strength."[/color][/i][/b]

The words came out like a sage to his disciple. His sentences may have come off as rude or rather blunt, but it had to be said. The feline picked up his spear and with a slight grin on his muzzle continued,

[b][i][color=fff200]"But bear in mind that should you ever betray me, I will not hesitate to hunt you down to the ends of this world just to see justice be delivered."[/color][/i][/b]

The tone in his voice made it ambiguous whether or not he was joking. And he would like it be left that way.