Wilden was awestruck. Awestruck and angry. His own kind were burning Manehattan to the ground. Wilden could hear the screams of dying innocents under the howls of his army. He ran to the city with all the speed he could muster, abandoning the zebra and three Pegasi behind, his only goal being the death of whoever let this happen. ***** Quickclaw and Strongclaw were towering over their unconscious brother, bite marks covering him. His own brothers had attacked him, had beaten him until he was nearly dead. It took all of Wilden's strength to force himself not to lunge at the two remaining brothers. "Wh- Why did you do this? What have you done? He was your brother!" Wilden let the confusion come out when he spoke, it was a chance to lead them into a false sense of security. "He didn't agree with us, so we fought for dominance." Quickclaw started. "We wanted all ponies dead, and he didn't." Strongclaw finished in his barbaric voice. "So you attacked your brother, who was following my orders?" Wilden suddenly was much, much more angry with the two pack leaders, but part of his mind wasn't positive he could win. The rest of his body didn't care. His vision went red, and he lost control. ***** Some time later, Wilden was standing above the corpses of the two former pack leaders without a scratch on him. Draco stood beside him, Nexi still unconscious on his back. The two Pegasi had fled behind the walls of their keep after witnessing what Wilden could do, one of them looked like he had just peed himself. ***** After thanking Leafwind for agreeing to take care of Nexi and Longclaw, Wilden headed to the gates with Draco. The fire in the city was gone, and any citizens that had survived the massacre were safe, if horrified at what they had been through. Longclaw and Quickclaw's corpses were dumped over the city walls to the ground below, not given the honor of a burial. They deserved that dishonor and more, but Wilden didn't want to break too many traditions in one night. The gate was shut and sealed, every wolf in the pack working as one would not be able to break it down without wasting a considerable amount of time. Diplomacy was the only option. "Survivors of Manehattan, we mean you no harm! Open your gates to us immediately or suffer the consequences!" A threat was not the best form of diplomacy, but it was all Wilden had.