"It looks like someone wants to come up here and do the talking. I don't want to hear a single noise again. You Werewolves are interrupting me and stopping the progression of this meeting. So, therefore, I would not take lightly, anyone that dares interrupt me again" The Progenitor said, warning them for the last time, his eyes gleaming dangerously scaring the hell out of the Werewolves.
At this point they knew that pushing the progenitor further by angering him more would end up in a blood bath, so everyone shut their maw up, curse their luck, and swore in their mind never to speak till they are out of this place, lest, they end up dying prematurely at the hands of their progenitor.
