The Marauder stifled a frustrated sigh, wing quickly folding in by her side. They were right, of course. "I ask this because-" She held out her paw, and a royal purple flame sprouted, no smaller than a small flower. "If he does get killed, I'll find out who dealt him in and burn them." and only them. "I was asking because, if he does get killed, I wanted his sons to be there in spirit, hence the colors." if they laughed or got a little frustrated, who fuckin cared? She's trying her best.