"Enemies? Hah!" Malygos begins. "They cannot win this war without our wings, and they must know it as much as anyone else! Tell me, Alexstrasza, are you incapable of wrangling a handful of mortal creatures? Pity, pity that..."

The leviathan hums loudly in thought, wings unfurling -- a sign he is getting more comfortable, now that his thoughts have been drawn away from Deathwing.

"The curious will always ask questions, sister. Questions become more questions -- trust me, I know, mine is the very realm of curiousity and questions. What answers are they owed beyond what we've already given? How soon before we again give that which is not our's to give, Lifebinder?"

Nozdorumu's interruption is worth acknowledging, though Malygos seems to remember just a beat too late as he swings his head toward the bronze beast.

"I should say so!"