Hideaway Strath if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow

A lot of things are happening in this thread, so let me know if anything in this post doesn't add up!

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The brute was still ruffled by the fact he had been forced out of the territory he had sought to make his home, bringing truth to his greatest fear about settling among a pack where women and children dominated the force they had against outside threats, leaving him only to simmer in his own fury as a meeting was ajourned, one where he was to sit in the presence of those who had done him wrong. As a seasoned vigalante, the burning pit of his innermost desires yearned for the silencing of his tribulations, tribulations that took the form of three infant children and their parents; and he is not above it. The quivering mother in question begs to speak, pleading for a mercy that she does not deserve while Rollo remains silent until he can no longer; voice booming and quaking with an emotion that toppled beyond simple agression into unparralleled rage. "Shut up," The tank of a man steps forward with a thud of his paw, deattached eyes filled only with simmering disgust veered to Oilve herself; his ears pinned back as his hackles raise as true sign of is wholly barbaric choler. "How are you beg,"

"How dare you fucking beg after what you and your family has done,"

His stance awaits the call to push beyond what he is able to controll, and as he warps into what exists in the blackness of his soul, he recognises no mercy within his heart. Turning to the commander himself, he looks straight at Arturo with eyes flickering of both truth and something unidentified, dangerous.

"They cannot be trusted with the safety of this pack,"

"Who is to say their spawn will not inherit the same genes that got us into this shit show," providing an ulterior perspective; the distaste of both parents and their kin apparent in every word he speaks, drawing his speech from the depths of his own fears and implanting it into the minds of those who listened. And it is this unbreakable fear that grips him, enslaves him to accept that these children will put him in danger once again. His views of the fate of the children are unlike his friend's, and as he had grown to detest the parents, he accepts the hate of their offspring with ease. Rollo has known paternal instinct, but he has not grown the ability to feel an unwaranted empathy towards some kids that should not have been born in the first place. But Arturo is a different man, a man filled with the expectancy of his own kin, and Rollo would not be able to con him of his own instinct. He will want to save the children, Rollo knows this. But he must not let it happen; thinks the man who's assurancy that Olive's childen must not live is founded upon his own unstability, his fear. And nothing could save the man from what his own nightmare's produced, not when he so readily believed it could become a reailty.

Nevertheless, the Ceannasach had wanted his opinion, and Rollo, or the demon he had become in that moment, he was unable to hold anything back. "What happens to their bastards will be the fault of their choices, not the outcome of the Cennasach's overly abundant generosity. None of that family have any place here, dead or alive," He looks to the family as he says this, eyeing down not only the wife but her husband; the man who could not keep his wife in line even while she was heavily pregnant, the catalyst of the wolves of Blackfeather Woods landing on their doorstep.

"They forfieted that right when they managed to drive us from our own fucking territory," The brute of a man snarls, the small of his back bristles with a budding fury as his hackles unconsiously rise, the. Indirectly, Dakarai and Olive managed to bring truth to his own doubts, threatning what he holds most dear-- his sense of security. By experiance does he know that the apple does not fall far from the tree; the kin of a man like Dakarai will be no different than their sire, and the outcome was something he himself was not capable of risking. As far as Rollo was concerned, neither Dakarai, Olive or their pups were worthy of what it meant to be apart of the Family, coming from a man who had not even come to terms with his place in it either.

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