The days after the aftermath had gone by in a slur for the silver Ollivander. He had spent his waking moments cursing under his breath and piling up prey for in the pack's cache, hoping that this would take his mind off all the bullshit that had fired off in the Plateu lately.

Up until now he had managed to get his jaws around a small squirrel and an an even smaller vole. Still the relentless male went out again, this time swerving off the pack's boundaries in hopes to find a meal of a more decent size. It was then that the Alpha's call reached his ears, inmediately making him lift his snout of the snow covered ground. Finn didn't have to think twice before attending to his call, not only because it was his duty as a subourdinate but because he too felt a meeting between them was far overdue.
So much had happened since they last spoke.

The influx of injured wolves that had been taken under the medic's wing, added with the horrible discovery that one of those wolves lying in agony was his no one but his doppleganger had been nothing compared to the stupid acts of the pack's darling child. The very same one his dear friend was busy missing, and he was busy hating.

Now, Finn only knew about the dissapereance of one of the Ospreys -- the wrong one. He had failed to notice that the non-screw up Osprey disappeared as well. Man, why were the poeple he cared about always fading?
He approached the man slowly, his ears flickering back and forth as he noticed Dante didn't wear a much brighter expression than himself. He chuffed softly hoping to announce his arrival, not wanting to disrupt Dante's thoughts with his voice.

The idea of going to the Caldera made the platinum male's stomach churn into tiny bits of goo. Though he had been searching ardously for the injured bear wrestler after the screw-up teen kicked her out, he had not even gotten close to the borders of her new home, fearing that he would be welcomed by some pissed off Peregrine, which would later get even more pissed after Finn revealed who the real culprit behind his Beta's impromtu release was.

With another wave of his tail, he listened intently to Dante's words, his brows suddenly furrowing as he spoke of Osprey as she was no longer around. She was gone too? he thought sadly, playing back their short but meaningful encounter in his mind as he tried to think of where she could've gone to. And you think she'd head to the Caldera?, he asked with all seriousness. Though he didn't know Osprey well, she had not given him the impression she would like to visit her brother, though considering her niece had run off maybe that had served as a reason for her to call a family reunion.

To tell Peregrine of Junior or something? he pondered out loud, trying to make his best effort not to get worked up again at the mention of the insolent brat that had driven Finley away. Had his greyscale friend also felt that way when he heard? , he wondered while casting a furtive glance in his direction, hoping to catch a sign of anger flare in the male's face. But just like said female had been oblivious to the rules and concequences, Finn was oblivious to the fondness he had of her.

Surpisingly for him, Dante's face showed no trace of comtempt or even a slight annoyance as Junior's name was brought up into the conversation. With his olive eyes now trailing the edges of the greyscale's male thoughtfully Finn tried to place himself in Osprey's shoes. Despite feeling that their brief encounter had ended on friendly terms it was nearly impossible for the silver man to think as she would. It was not that he was too selfish to understand the reasons she might've seeked Peregrine, but that as an only child, and a man who resented everything related to the Caldera, he could not get himself to imagine him ever going near the place.

You'd think she'd go act as a mediator? he asked, tipping his head slightly as he spoke. Then, as if Dante had been reading his mind he mentioned not wanting to go near the Caldera either way. The Ollivander bobbed his head in agreement, casting a long glance at the Caldera's direction before swinging his head back towards the Alpha.

Not really.. But I think going and asking Peregrine about it might just spike greater turmoil between the packs he declared, feeling that despite being Osprey's own brother he would not be of use in this situation.

Truth be told the idea of a sister pack was not such a bad one.
If looked at it objectively taking aside the animosity between the members of each pack it could even get to the point of being beneficial. Though alliances were delicate things that held the whole welfare of a pack within in and should not be taken lightly, Finn was also aware of the downsides to having and adjoint pack. In the blink of an eye, what started out to be an alliance could turn into a war, specially because both the Caldera and Plateu were unable to look beyond the little grudges.

When Peregrine had proposed the 'oh so wonderful' idea of joining the Plateu with the newly established Caldera he had spoken just on his behalf. Even if Dante and Blue Willow would have agreed (which they might have considering how fond they were of Peregrine), it was Fox the one that would be a barrier. Her selfish nature was what had brought Lasher and Peregrine's relation to pieces. Hadn't she also been basically dethroned of her previous pack because of being an instigator to other packs? Had Peregrine even considered that when he proposed it?

I think it was what had to be done -- I doubt it would have worked otherwise. He barked, his voice carrying a certain seriousness that seems unnatural in him. But then again, things happening inside if his brain and heart were very unnatural lately.

After his answer, a heavy silence wrapped between them, making the silver Ollivander turn his head back in order to seek Dante's reaction to his words, finding an intrigued light shining in them instead.
Finn knew what he was wondering.
He wondered it too every time the silence settled over his conflicted mind.

I went to see her He admitted quietly, the outlines of his eyes showing the sorrow he felt as he spoke of it. I told her I loved her can you believe that?, He barked a bit anxious to see what he would think of him ever pronouncing such words. Would Dante be as shocked as she and himself had been?

Maybe love was one of those forbidden words that was not meant to be said.
Like a curse word that instead of offending anyone, cursed the person who said it.

If Finn had not had the displeasure of being an only child he might have gone as far as to say Dante had grown to be like a brother to him, but never having any he was completely ignorant to what such words meant. It was undeniable that over their few encounters, the silver Ollivander had grown quite fond of the greyscale Alpha, hence the fact he ever dared to mention such private details of his life, something he would have eluded if it had been any other wolf asking.

And though this was the second time he poured his feeling into another wolf's feet without the protection of an armor of any kind, it strangely felt less stressing than the last time. Maybe because at least now Finn knew that having Dante trample over his heart like it was a piece of shit was not an option. Or maybe because the ease and tranquility shining in the man's silver eyes were more comforting than Finley's shit brown colored orbs would ever be.

The time that elapsed between his words and his companion's answer was still as stressing, but unlike the first time once the answer came it incredibly more revitalizing.
Guts? I didn't even know what I was saying once the words sputtered out of my mouth like vomit  He barked with a dry attempt of a chuckle as he shook his head disapprovingly -- of himself most of all.

Not a bigger idiot than me He barked, his voice ridding itself of the heavy coat of melancholy with every syllable he pronounced. And while he appreciated his friends support, his wounded heart was still not ready or even willing to insult the female that had once been so dear to him. I don't even know why the fuck my mind would go and say that He mused out loud while closing his eyes in disbelief and a bit of annoyance at how the situation had gone. Especially since it's evident she has a thing for bears, He finished more quietly, immediately trying to shake the gross image of a bear trying to shag a wolf from his head.

Despite the emotional damage the repugnant disappointment it all had brought onto both him , Finn was proud to say he had learned one thing out of the whole fiasco. He might have not found what love was within his look-alike's company but he had certainly found out what it wasn't.

For that he'd be thankful.
Thankful, he hadn't joined the Crapdera when she asked him to.
Hey He began as Dante confessed how he would have actually been sad to see him go. Then with his olive eyes looking briefly into Dante's in a complete no homo type of way he continued, Bros before hoes, right? He barked before breaking into an uncontrollable fit of laughter that however inappropriate (considering the moment) served as a perfect method to empty his lungs of the heavy weight her memories had left behind.

Finn would get out of this one, in the en he always did.

Whether the title of idiot was for her, for him, or for both to wear the silver Ollivander did not spend much time dwelling on it. He knew his timing, of both his appereance and his words, had been wrong, but again, so had been Finley's communication skills.
Both were afraid of commiting in the end, Finley demonstrated this in a more open way as for Finn this was subtly transmited by his uncontrollable fear of close spaces, or the feeling of being 'caged' -- both emotionally and physically.

We should make that a law; the first one in the Big Dick Plateau Constitution. he barked while waggling his eyebrows, making a play of words with the pack's initials, something he had already done during one of his outriding trips. While he could not deny that the emotional wounds in his heart had not healed, (and would take some weeks to) his sense of humor remained to be luckily unharmed.

With his nose now bumping into the grayscale's male shoulder, the Gamma mirrored a crooked smile of his own. Yes, please -- I'm done with the Crapdera and it's crap to be honest he barked, his voice coming out more as an exhausted sigh.
Then with his tail wagging softly behind him he turned and waited for the man to either follow or lead the way, he didn't care either way.