Moonspear words are weapons

There was no response to his offer, to either of them, and Tevinter was unsure of how to take the silence from both his twin and his older brother. Still, he supposed from the latter silence was preferable to insults. Insults that, naturally, Tevinter saw as petty and undeserved. It wasn't fair that he was taking the beating that he was, yet he stood stalwart against it. He didn't accept it, of course, but frankly, he was growing tired of arguing about it. Especially with someone whom he thought out of anyone would have understood; and someone who was an Alpha. It made Tevinter question the wisdom of that choice mentally: but perhaps he understood leadership and adulthood to be a different thing then the wolves of the Moonspear did.

A question was posed to him by Floki, and Tevinter turned his attention back to his twin, ears cupping forth to pick up the words his twin spoke. It was a fair question and thus Tevinter answered it with honesty. “I will tell them the truth, that I've found my birth family and that I desire to try to rekindle what I have lost,” Because though he wasn't too sure what to think of his “older brother”, it wasn't a lie. He would give it an effort, if for no one's sake but Floki's (and perhaps his mother's); and if he could not resist butting heads with Charon there was nothing (providing he was even welcome anymore) that said he had to stay. “I will tell them goodbye. I am an adult,” not technically but he was close enough that he could make his own decisions in his life. “and I trust them to respect my decision.” Little did Tevinter know that it would be much more simple than he'd imagined, for the Grove was on the cusp of disbanding and the Frostfur's would soon take to their family out of the Wilds.