The Sunspire Et ducit mundum per luce

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Summer watched his packmate warily. His frustration was not hard to sense for it dripped off of every move the sterling-coated man made. What frustrated him so, the boy was not certain. The drama between his pack and the Creek was something he did his best not to dwell too hard on. While he had little respect for the girl's alpha who had left her two packmates to be captured by what they clearly considered to be an enemy pack, he would have been very unhappy indeed to come to terms with the fact that his own pack had taken the two creatures hostage at all. He knew what had happened between his leadership and the Creek and could not fault them for this displeasure with their former alpha. But in no way did that give them the right to capture and hold the innocent as leverage in their personal dispute.

But, Summer was Summer. He was young and he did not like to think on these unpleasant things. What he knew was that he looked up to his leadership and would obey them with question only in his mind, not in his words or actions. That did not to him mean that he had to agree, nor that he could not show mercy when they were not looking.

The Demonte-Ostrega frowned slightly at his packmate's comment, even though he was the one who instigated the idea that their captives would show any sort of hostility. "I think I'll risk it," he quipped before he could stop himself. More embarrassed now than ever, he picked up the fish he had brought for the Creek pair and moved them closer to their den. He set it down near the girl and off to her side, then nudged it gently in her direction. "If you want it..." he said gently to her, "But you don't have to.." He looked at her for a moment, then turned to stand parallel to her facing towards the other Sunspire wolf.

"Is it your turn to stand watch?" Summer asked. He didn't seem to have any other reason to be there except to eye the girls bitterly. The young wolf fought the urge to add an extra observation that it didn't appear the he had brought them any sort of token of good will. No doubt his father would have spit out every prickly comment that came to his mind, but Summer was more diplomatic than that, and also with a greater capacity for compassion. Besides, while he was nervous and wary by nature, there was also a large part of him that desired only to trust others. The only way to trust sometimes was to start by giving the benefit of the doubt.

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