Swiftcurrent Creek the fury

Any conflicting thoughts Cutthroat might have held in regards to deeper meanings of the ‘sharing a den’ Bazi and done with Ferdie had been diminished when she told him, without prompt from him, that it wasn’t like that. Not that Cutthroat had any standing reason to be bothered by it, whether it wasn’t like that or it was. “Ah,” Cutthroat responded when Bazi further explained that Ferdie treated her like a child and for a moment, doubloon colored eyes studied her for a few brazen moments before he looked down at more respectful aspects of her (looking at the face of a leader was a bold thing to do), unable to exactly fathom any sort of reality that he pictured Bazi as a child. To Cutthroat she was a woman just as Fox was. In a moment of brief interest it made the inky pirate wonder how old Ferdie really was before the interest was suddenly extinguished as one might snuff out a candles’ flame. He did not care for Ferdie or Jace’s welfare (hadn’t even when they had been apart of the pack, well aware of the hostility they both had held for him).

Inquisitive, Cutthroat listened, ears twitching when she mentioned just how bad his condition was. According to her he refused to eat, withered and then, without provocation attacked a pack mate, but not just any but a wee child at that! Cutthroat’s lips twitched with his disgust, not bothering to make any attempt to hide it. As far as Cutthroat any longer cared Ferdie had no reason to hold Cutthroat in poor opinions when he obviously was much, much worse than the inky pirate. After all, Cutthroat couldn’t say that he had ever randomly attacked anyone and especially never a poor, innocent child. “No,” Cutthroat responded realizing that she had, technically, asked him if he could come up with any other reason to explain Ferdie’s …condition.

Cutthroat had to bite back the snort that threatened to slip from his black, leathery nostrils when Bazi spoke her suspicions that Ferdie couldn’t stand that Fox hadn’t taken him. “No,” Cutthroat spoke with a conviction to her next question about how he would react if he couldn’t get what he wanted. “I would take what I wanted,” Maybe that was just the Pirate in him speaking — and as the words slipped from betwixt his lips he wondered if it might get him into trouble with the pale Beta. Admittedly, he didn’t mean that to mean he wanted leadership or anything when he didn’t. It was more of: she had asked and he had responded honestly. “Aye, one of the two,” Cutthroat agreed in a grave voice, suddenly glad that Fox had kicked Ferdie out. Yet, that still left Jace. “And what of his First Mate? Jace?” Cutthroat inquired, interested to hear what, if she decided to indulge him, she had to tell him about the other man.

What he had heard so far confirmed for the inky pirate that Fox had made the right decision and since both Ferdie and Jace were punished Cutthroat assumed that Jace, too, had something wrong with him.