Stone Circle Helvegen

the howl that tears thru the frigid air, originating from his father causes the hairs of newt's nape to raise with trepidation. regardless, he obeys the summons and joins the others at the stone circle; too on edge to settle upon his haunches. imperial gaze cuts to greyback, noting the fury that emits from him; palpable. when they are gathered, the patriarch speaks, calling forth their ancestors to bare witness and pass judgement. he speaks of insubordination and lack of commitment and an inability to follow orders — newt's brow furrows as he discreetly looks at each wolf, attempting to judge their reactions —

he calls upon vespera, stripping her of rank and casts her into exile ...forever.

newt's ears flutter back against his skull as he processes this all. is it his place to speak when he doesn't know the full extent of what has happened? all he knows is what greyback says and watches as his mother rushes off after the exiled woman. west speaks up and in the woman's defense and newt looks to his brother before his gaze slides back to greyback. regardless; his parents were obviously not within agreements on this.

dad, newt frowns. isn't that a bit harsh? we all make mistakes — is that was what to await them all? exile? newt bites upon his tongue saying more than he's likely should've. in lieu of not drawing his father's ire down upon him lest he, too, be stripped and banished.