Moonspear prepare for the coup of a century

There were too many words to make heads-or-tails of. Hydra was doing her best, but there was Arcturus with his own counter-points, and Revui did not know who to trust or what to believe. He had never seen value in the spoken word before now (even thinking it to be a useless skill that his parents had thrust upon him with unneccessary fervor) but as the two shadows bickered, all that Revui could do was listen (his gaze shifting between them both hastily) and try to make his own mind up. How was he to do that, though?

Revui had always relied heavily on his family for all things. They taught him to run, to hunt, to fight. They trusted him to protect the mountain. Was that what Hydra wished to do here? Revui tried to see things from her point of view as best as he was able, but lacked the fundamental ability; he was not yet old enough to feel the full weight of the season and he would never understand the deep flaw of Hydra's sex; the madness that would consume her over the right to breed, and the threat that Speedy could pose to her offspring. No matter what Hydra said, it wouldn't sink in until Revui was a father himself.

But he did not believe in Arcturus' view either. He knew his father to be strong of will and body, but he did not idolize the man as his brother did. Revui's attachment to Speedy clouded his view further. He could not fathom the thought of Charon taking someone so close to his youngest sons as a mate — if that was even what Hydra proposed — and he did not wish to see his dear mother wounded by such a betrayal. Above all he wanted to impress Charon; would supporting him be akin to that? Would it be better to support his sister as she came in to her own power?

It was too much thought for too small a space; too much emotion for too fickle a heart. 

Too many words.

Nobody harms the children, he finally commands, teeth gritting in a grimace as he states this fact. It isn't clear if he talks of Hydra's lot or the possible children of Speedy; it doesn't matter to him to clarify. Father would never harm them, or the mountain. But the boy was thinking too simply. His father would not choose to harm Moonspear but there was no telling how the season might affect him - and Revui had no idea of the dangers.