[/html]Alder had come to the gathering as quickly as he could, leaving his work at the stables and making his way to the amphitheater swiftly. Just outside the theatre the male dismounted from his horse and let the stallion drift out and away. There was a crowd gathering already, and he grew uneasy among so many pack members. He knew most, but was friends with few. The masked wolf wore a small meek smile, and looked for Hati to sit beside.
It was odd that the once-Dreamer called for them. But Alder was not one to question such things, but did wonder what their leaders thought of it. Yet instead of raising her voice the humble stable master was silent in his concern. Then when the wolf rose to speak, Alder could not help but listen as he would any other leading force of the Court. There had been a shift in power, the tone of the young male expressed it even before his words were able to confirm it.
The Marshal knew that Silvano worked often and well with his horse, and besides him being of his mother’s former pack it was all Alder could really go on. Silvano’s mother was a former leader, and Alder had always respected her. But he did not see very much of that in the Sadira wolf yet; there was something that he lacked as a newly dubbed leader. Alder liked Strelein, and did not know what he could have done to move himself all the way down to the rank of Serf. But yet again he did not make a move to defend the once Dauphin.
Blue eyes could not help but look to his side to see if anyone else was going to raise their voice. Skoll, the golden prince, spoke up and Alder only turned to Silvano to see what his reaction would be.
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