Shadewood Trouble the water

”Perhaps,” he mildly agreed, his already-knowing of where he stood currently only bringing with it a dark cloud in relations to the pack. He felt as though it were only a matter of time before evidence would arise of his manners and how they were brought about, here. His lack of tolerance and his bittered grace. And he would have to watch the horror overtake her, too. The disgust as it latched onto that sublime face and wrenched it into something that would force him to chase her away, too. 

“I believe everyone is entitled to their opinion, so long as it does not attempt to crowd fact. Opinions will not feed you, at the end of the day.” He only wanted so much at once. His prior slip up was his ambition, and he just wouldn’t let that shit happen again. As for his children- “I don’t know too much of their futures; it is up to them to forge their own paths, whether it be greatness or despair.” He wasn’t one to talk about being so great- he was second to many in the majority of his years, and only have just recently taken up any kind of mantle. His leadership qualities were garbage.