Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

Prince had remained quiet, but he did not miss the look his packmate shot him as he turned to heed Blixen's echoed request-- he gazed directly at the other and nodded once, eyes dark and solemn. In a way he was disappointed; if things came to conflict he wanted to go after the traitor, but now he felt obligated to keep his attention on his remaining packmates. Things had become a bit more personal after the boy went out of his way to welcome Arrille into their fold, only for him to turn his back on his new family. It could have been that, anyway.
Now the pale traitor-child would find nothing but death within their borders.
Prince begrudgingly admitted to himself some respect for the calmer, older of Arrille's new packmates-- he had sense, to ask for their Heda. Surely she would know what to do here. But then, one of the younger of the group made a mistake; instantly the boy knew the insult would not be forgiven.
Still, he could not hold back some biting words, the first he had spoken since arriving: It would have been better for all of us if you had let your smart friends handle this. Then his gaze flicked to Arrille, tensing in preparation for the conflict that would inevitably come.
This is all your fault. He hissed.