(Accusing, offended) "I'll tell you what else, […] That bomb yesterday was probably meant for me, too. I'm the target. Someone was trying to kill me, and I'm going to find whoever it is and turn them into a glittering ice statue, which I will then beat to smithereens with my tail."

(Calculating) "Very well, Plan B, […] Multiple kills, escape in the chaos. That SandWing is just within range of my frostbreath, and then I slit Starflight's throat, break the little NightWing's neck, and go after Sunny and the others. Winter can stay and whimper over their bones if he wants to."

(Scoffing, enraged) "You never won when we fought in the hatchery, […] Don't bother trying now. And for what? A couple of NightWings? Don't you remember that we hate them? Don't you remember what they did to our tribe? To Hailstorm? […] The NightWings came right out of the sky and killed every last IceWing in Scarlet's mountain prison, […] While the IceWings were still bound and chained. Remember? And do you remember why? To make Queen Scarlet free that one. […] He's the reason they're all dead."