Silver Creek keep watch; take heart

Casmir failed to see any point he made – the fact that his twin had tried to shove his own absence in his face when he was living the example of it currently, and Constantine’s eyes flashed in anger as the two instead continued to butt heads with one another.
 
He also failed to hear that Deirdre had made the alliance in the first place – and to tell this other pack off would also be an offense to her. No, his brother did not hear him, and Constantine would not repeat himself.
 
Instead, his twin raged on about how the entirety of the situation lay in their father. Rowan was the perfect angel in his eyes, and again, the Mayfair kept silent now – he had spoken his piece, and his twin had not deterred his mind. If anything, he only fueled him to believe the decision to escort her from the lands had been more justified.
 
“So what, Casmir. That’s it? You’re mad at me and now you’re never coming home again? Not even to see our sisters? We're through, now?” He pulled his muzzle up then, giving his head a shake. “Fine. Whatever. But don’t you even fucking dare try to hold my concern for Deirdre over my head and pretend I’m saying she’s a hassle or trouble. You know damn well she belongs in Donnelaith and if you don’t know that I wouldn’t do anything for her or our sisters than your ignorance is on you.” He paused then, his eyes flashing once more as he ground out in finality. “I guess I made the mistake of telling you my worries and thinking you'd care.”