Nothing had changed, not that he fully expected things to. In the end, he was not a King and he could only try his best for his voice to be heard, for their God's voice to be heard. If Célnes wished to betray their ways, nothing would stop her...unless he committed treason of course. Though the male had pondered it a few times, the idea was always quickly thrown away. Removing Célnes or Cenric would serve him no benefit. Perhaps worming his way into a King's slot would work though he cared little about leading and that would mean sucking up after suck blatant refusal to accept their new laws. It would seem suspicious, no?

Yes, lucky Célnes that Calhoun was content as perhaps the pack's best hunter. He had few goals in life, most of which he had already met. As much as his blood boiled at the thought of their ways tossed aside, he found comfort knowing that Célnes would see soon enough how foolish she had been...or so he hoped. A sigh slipped past his lips as the hunter stormed through the forest. It did no good to hold onto these feelings, they wouldn't solve anything, Cal knew that, yet they plagued him so.