Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

Raziel highly disliked others being with him while he ate. It made him feel as if they wanted to take his share, his rightful share of food as their Alpha. So a dark scowl passed through his hardened and weathered features for a moment as they dragged the stag carcass to his den because his Beta Female had a strange idea in her mind. Damn it all! The den where he so generously shared with the four annoying squabbling kids and the smaller boy whom they had picked up by the borders some days ago. Did they know how irritating it was? Probably not. Raz had only done such a thing because that would mean Scarlett was closer to him and not snuggled up next to the Inuit. If the Roman knew that Xan hated the den, he would have gladly tossed him off to his father; ungrateful brat. He would also have gladly moved all Kove's kids away from the den and shoved them with their father (keeping Leo in his den as he'd developed a soft spot for the cream colored outsider he and Scarlett picked up) if he could, but Scarlett would never have allowed such a thing. Guess you couldn't have everything in your life, huh. 

Raz watched with narrowed turquoise eyes as Scarlett trotted into his den and called for the children. He suppressed the feeling of burning annoyance that bubbled fiercely in his chest and concealed all emotion from his countenance. Deciding that that wasn't enough, the Roman crouched down beside the stag and sank his teeth into the best part of the carcass, eagerly feasting on the best pieces of meat and the rich liver. A velvety silver ear was angled towards the albino's direction as she howled for the other members and sat down; he could feel her red gaze on him but Raziel did nothing to acknowledge her other than the flick of his ears. She was right to not assume she was allowed to eat with him, because when Raz was in this kind of selfish mood, he wanted to eat by himself until he was stuffed and full. 

Sterling ears swiveled once more as he caught the sound of a familiar voice. Only then did he lift his proud crown to take in everything around him. A rare gentle smile graced his weathered face as the creamy boy ran towards him and snuggled next to him. Raziel laughed, his muzzle red with blood, and planted an affectionate kiss on the boy's head. "Salve parum leo," (Hello, little lion) he murmured to the child quietly in the tongue of Rome, strangely enough the latin word for lion was leo which coincidentally was the adopted child's name.

But just as the silver Roman turned to eat once more, Desna's screechy voice touched his ears. At first, he wanted to rebuke the child but when he heard her say that 'Kove and Raziel were daddies', he grinned and decided against it. He didn't even frown when Xan said that 'Dad is dad and not the smelly', though Raziel did feel the urge to walk towards the arrogant boy and cuff him sharply by the head. He shook his head and continued tearing into the prey, still making no signals that anyone else could eat. The voices met his ears, allowing the Roman to know who was present. Kove had arrived and Xan had greeted his father in the Inuit's tongue which the copper eyed male returned. Like father like son he supposed which was sad considering the fact that Raziel had been thinking of taking the boy out for some warrior training but now he was resigned to the idea that Alexander would be the exact replica of his father and would have none of his mother's better personality. The Alpha wasn't going to train Kove's replica, no, he wasn't going to be part of the remaking of Kove. Hell no. Okay, that might be a bit unreasonable and selfish of him, but then, there were no rules that said leaders had to always be selfless right? As far as Raziel was concerned, he had been selfless for way too long and now it was time to do things for himself instead for others.

Finally finished filling his stomach, Raziel nodded to Scarlett. She would eat next as she was his second in command, then afterwards the subordinates would eat. His teal gaze fell upon Azaria and he canted his head, lost in thought as he cleaned his fur free of blood. "Azaria," Raziel called in his lightly accented, lilting voice, "Koma hér, líka," (Come here, please) he said accidentally in ancient Norse. Damn it. All the Inuit language was making him speak in one of the languages he knew that was from the north. "Sorry," Raz said apologetically, a smile on his features and inclined his head, telling her to come here silently.