Skoll was agitated by the moods of the rest of the pack, and he could feel their heavy emotions washing over him—confusion, anger, approval, all at odds and all about ready to drive him insane. His ginger ears flattened when his half-sister asked her to ignore the patched mutt (who was she to tell him what to do?), and he threw her a sharp look but held his tongue. He continued to hold his tongue—tightly, between his teeth—as Amaranth supported Silvano again before urging for him and his siblings to go. He hesitated, not sure if he wanted to listen to her, but he did want to get out of the meeting before he lost any fur in a fight.
And then the King’s voice boomed over the assembled canines, and the younger male quickly dipped his muzzle, green eyes staring at the ground. Above all else he respected his father’s word, both because he was a parent and the alpha of the pack, and he could feel himself burning with agreement. The Dreamers—including Silvano—had only ever helped the Court; and they did need a good strong Constable if the pack was going to survive for much longer, with all the attacks going on. It still bothered him that Silvano was in his father’s old position, only because he was worried for the King, but he wouldn’t dare suggest something like that aloud.
There was a sharp exclamation from Orin Takekuro, and Skoll whipped around to stare at her hotly. He couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not, and he wanted to yell that it was her mate that had started all the fighting, having forgotten their bond forged in the ship grotto when he was still half a child. It seemed like a lifetime ago to the boy who’d not lived more than a moment a lifetime.
“I will take my leave,” Skoll Haskel stated, supposing that he wouldn’t be in trouble as long as he acknowledged it and didn’t sneak out. He turned to the King, bowing his head. “Father.” He glanced at the stage, his ears still flat against his messy hair, and sincerely added to the new Constable, “Good luck, sir.”
And then he left, his fists clenched, suppressing his boiling blood.
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