Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

Maybe it was unsurprising that, even as Caiaphas' mind worked over her own reasons for doing what she did, Colt's own thoughts echoed hers.  He too had stood where she stood and questioned the Redhawk name... and he too had been cast out for it.  Once again he found himself somewhat put off by the blind loyalty the clan seemed to employ for their own.  Colt had a great deal of respect for Raven, but he saw justification to Caiaphas' claim.  Apparently, though, he was the only one here.  Blackthorns were loyal to a fault, sure, but they were also nearly notorious for calling each other out on their shit.  Not a trait the two families shared.

His ears tipped back when Niamh gave a response, and he glanced down - he disagreed heartily with that.  But not enough to argue, because in the end, his agreeing with her wouldn't change anything.  The pack had spoken, and the woman seemed to have read the writing on the wall, because the fight seemed to have left her.

With Fire missing, and his own attempts to find her unsuccessful, he wasn't much in the mood to watch what came next.  Still, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, of course.  As the last one booted for having an opinion on leadership, I'm gonna go on record as appreciating packmates who care enough to give a shit about how leaders are spending their time. For what it's worth. With a half-hearted smirk, and a brush against Niamh, he turned and walked away, back towards the den they shared, smile fading as he left them behind.  She could find him there once this nonsense was over and done.