Jaws were strained as he observed the disrespectful act of his own pack member. Conor could tolerate such lack of manners to a certain degree, but felt his body slowly reawaken and respond to the challenge in the larger male’s pose. Despite conflicting opinions, he was the alpha of this pack. Perhaps the D’Angelo brute was correct. He was too soft, allowed his members to grow too comfortable. His ruling hand was not dressed in armoured mail because he wanted nothing more than to believe in peace.[/html]
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Liquid lavender was slowly darkening to mimic an oncoming electric storm. ”A pack is a group of wolves existing together in a union. It is true that I don’t stand on my own and no leader does. We are supported by our members and it’s our duty to help and aid our community in the ways that serves it best and it seems to be working well so far.” Recruiting males or implementing strict rule or whatever the hell the other wanted wouldn't do. He wished to go further on the comment about women and children, but he would not pick at insignificant details like that. If Larkspur thought young and females were weak material then he could not change that view. The other already had his opinions forged and ready.
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What he did wish to know was why Larkspur bothered to stay around if this was such an improper place to live. ”If you are unhappy here, no one will keep you from leaving.” It would be a loss for Dahlia de Mai, but the golden male did not wish for the salt and pepper male to stay if he was deeply unsatisfied with the way things were run. Conor wanted to think that he was able to receive scold and reprimands for his work here, but Larkspur’s way of choosing his words did not make the Soul male genuinely attentive to the matters brought up.
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