Kable had been strumming on his guitar when the call came. It was urgent, something was up, something had gone wrong. He was aware of the conflict between the neighbouring packs and his mind pondered the worst. He slipped the guitar onto his back and made the journey to Vigilante. Kable's fingers knotted together as he walked, this wouldn't be nice. When the silver boy arrived he took his place amoung the crowd and listened intently.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This war hadn't been anything to do the pack and now it was. War was stupid and getting involved in a war that hadn't been anything to do with you was stupid, or at least that was Kable's point of view. He almost shivered with anger. Even his mother was joining in. And his uncle! Though he always knew his uncle was stupid enough to participate in war. And 'Mara! God had every one gone mad?
'I don't want anything to do with this' he said sternly. He wouldn't be the one to gain injuries from something that could have been avoided.
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