Moonspear Synesthesia

Wildfire began to explain what had happened when she talked with Tevinter. Floki's ears pressed forward attentively, but gradually rotated backwards the longer she spoke. He was well aware that Tevinter wanted to be a leader. He rolled his eyes. His reaction was perhaps unfair to Wildfire, but he couldn't help himself. Tevinter sounded like a spoiled brat -- he was pitching a fit because he hadn't been chosen for leadership, yet he wasn't willing to accept authority in the first place. In Floki's eyes, that didn't make him Alpha material.

"Seriously? And you agree with him?" Floki queried a bit incredulously. "I don't think Charon would consider him for the other Beta spot after the way he has acted. He plays the victim just because he can't get his way. You don't get to just storm off and become the Alpha of a pack because you don't like the way things are being handled. I wouldn't want to be one of his followers. Would you?" he pressed, peering at Wildfire.

He heaved a frustrated sigh. "Think about how it made me feel, Wildfire. He's my twin brother -- he's supposed to be supportive. It's not like I rubbed it in his face. I worked hard to earn my position, and it bugs me that he thinks he deserves to be a leader just because it's his personality." If Floki had fingers, he would have inserted a pair of sarcastic air-quotes to accentuate his words.