Redtail Rise Who run this mother?

One wolf did not agree, and as quick as lightning, Arion's golden eyes alighted on her swarthy form. He should never had made friends of her, he should have trusted his instincts, should have seen that she could not be trusted. But once again, he'd let his heart rule his head. It won't happen again, he promised himself grimly. It cannot happen again. The Greek often wondered why other wolves were so prone to being sentimental, so prone to trusting their feelings instead of logic, he'd deemed emotions dangerous and now he had the final proof.

A low guttural snarl rumbled out of his maw when she finished speaking, and continued fixing his harsh golden eyes at her features as Reek and Saena both spoke. No matter what they thought, their leader's orders had to be placed first. And Arion could see that it was the only wise way to handle this situation, any other way was simply foolish. Aklaq, or perhaps he should say Lacinia, she was simply a foolish little girl.

No one spoke afterwards and then Saena dismissed them. Arion stood up and straightened himself, golden eyes scanning over the wolves which were his packmates, lingering on those who he trusted and cared about before he too, left, melting into the shadows as he made his way back to his den, to think.