the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

The assassin felt a soft whine threatening to rise in his throat as he saw Cara react to the agonizing cry. He absolutely despised seeing her sad. Her face was twisted and pointed to the ground, eyes shut. He did all he could to pay attention to Lecter's speech and ignore her sobs. She was strong, she didn't need him babying her all the time like some child. She was more mature than most of the wolves her age, at least that he knew. Cara could stifle her tears soon, she was not the type to wear her heart on her (metaphorical) sleeves.

His ears twitched as the old man mentioned the frost-furred yearling's name and gestured for her to come forth. Was he really doing what he thought he was? His heart filled with pride when Lecter named her the next Alpha of Ouroboros, the next queen. She was the perfect choice in his mind, and if anyone thought otherwise and dared challenge her, he would be right by her side.

Literally now, because soon after Cara was named Alpha, he was named Beta. A smile flashed upon his face as he walked up to sit besides Lecter. He looked at Cara's face, full of joy. He merely sat back as she spoke to their pack. His eyes watched the reactions of their subordiantes. It was mixed, but they would soon gain their acceptance soon enough. He said nothing, having not much to say to them. Cara's speech was enough.