Galen looked back at the sergal, the air around his wings forming a mirage from the heat of his anger as he walked back to the duo.
"Do you even know what you would do once you reached your little safe haven of ruin? If you did not know, the city of Ba Sing Se has held off the Fire Nation forces not once, not twice, but three times! And the people of my city will do it once again!" he said, clenching his hand with conviction as he finished the sentence.
"I do not care if you have your little boyfriend along for the ride with you. Do you think you can hold off the might of you own nation, which has spent the last century and a half focusing on military perfection? If you see yourself as wanting to survive, I would seriously consider my offfer. I am sure that a bounty hunter would have you dead or alive soon enough, and as soon as you came across the soldiers of your own guard, your companion would be gone in a blaze of cinders as well! You can count on that. And it will be you who is responsible for your death as well as his, nobody else."
He readied to leave once again, the furious mirage around his wings bending the daylight like the ripples of the nearby river. His gaze went to the wolf, his eyes speaking of hopeful compliance and sadness in his last glance.
"Please... the world cannot have another war. A member of the Fire Nation's royal family could put everything right again. But only when they are alive."