How could she stand there and try to make it sound like it was going to be ok? It was NOT going to be alright! His fist smashed into the wall beside him and he started to stand. With his vocal cords shifting, his voice dropped lower and gurgled. It sound like he was growling or perhaps he was speaking with two different tone levels. What it was he did say was difficult to say. However, he was furious. Those people would pay. It could have been anyone- anyone in that forsaken place. But he would find them, all of them, and he would tear them apart one by one. Graphic horror spilled across his mind, his face snapping out as bones shifted and he roared. Turning away from Aiolia, he sprinted down the tunnels. A long gash mark had been torn into the cement with ease and left what could have been a marker to show which way he went. His roars echoed back to her and part of the camp. He was gone, in more than one manner of speaking.