Emberwood But we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must

That little white angel spoke with a tongue damned by the devil.

Had Kavik not been so quick to approach Lolita, K wouldn't have had anything holding him back and whirling around and confronting her himself. Instead his lips peeled, but aside from a grumbling deep in his throat he held himself back and glared with an intensity that the northerners had not yet seen from him. A potency that rippled down his form, his hackles bristled.

"I'ma accusin' him o'these things because I was fuckin' there for 'em." Sharp tongue slicing the air, fiercely directed at Lolita. This wasn't a simple case of someone making accusations and fleeing. Kukulkan would stand as witness, if need be. Whatever else might be going on within the pack, whatever urgency demanded public attention, there was a dread that hung over this matter. A dangerous threat on the loose, one with just enough intel to do harm, should he choose to.

The remnants of the Council then left the white girl with a choice, though it was a choice with really only one option: to leave. That hadn't been the young male's first instinct, nor was he entirely sure it might be best - if she knew where Bhediya was hiding, spiting her with exile might be fuel for her to seek her brother out with that information. But it was not his place to object, instead he watched her closely. Looking for the subtleties of her reactions.

Then Lainie burst out, and K felt a fluster burning deep in his chest. Opening his mouth to argue back, he bit his tongue if only for her age, her naivety, and the fact she was speaking directly to Kavik. Instead he simply, but sharply, followed with, "These ain't accusations, they're facts." Whether or not they wanted to accept this dangerous truth, it meant no difference. Pygmalion was a threat.

But an apology was quickly doled out, leaving Kukulkan to hold his tongue from anything further. A heavy huff and he'd roll his shoulders, the tension and fire simmering in his gut, in his heart. Trying to suppress the scowl that threatened his face, the Ovate turned to the leaders. Waiting.

Waiting for an answer, a perfect answer to everything, that he knew didn't exist.