Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

Oh, that was certainly not an apology. Evien's gaze flicked between the two Saints wolves, vaguely aware of Skoll and Toad approaching behind him. Good. Merrick, he knew, would likely remain by Aventus' side while they were out here - Evien had told him he'd handle business with the Saints, after all, and he felt confident doing so with Astara here with him. 

Her body language and expression was clear, even if she did not speak. And Evien felt much the same. There was no humility or shame in the striped wolf-dog's expression. The other spoke up, trying to clarify, but that was not good enough.

"It is not your place to police our reaction," he told Donovan, raising a brow. Anyone who knew the healer well enough would know of his temper - he was restraining it now, not blowing things out of the water, not yelling or cursing or snapping. It was normally not much of a problem these days - the anger - but here and now it was raring to make an appearance. "It would be better for all of us if we could keep this alliance." They certainly could not afford another war right now - Evien couldn't waste all of his medicines on the unending fighting. Not with winter on the horizon. 

He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. "However," he continued, green gaze flicking between the other males. "Your subordinate is a problem. Attacking the child of an ally can't be accepted. It won't be." Evien was fairly sure he'd have support from the others in this one. The white wolf from before was not their ally and never would be again. 

"The child is alive. It's a miracle she didn't snap his neck when she slammed him against the ground," the medic explained to the smaller Saints wolf, then looked up at the massive one again. Donovan. "And unless suitably taken care of means she has been removed," whether from their ranks or from this world completely, "we are done here." This wasn't something that a slap on the wrist could fix, and Evien felt confident that his packmates agreed with him.

Cold gaze fixed itself on Donovan, and he angled his ears forward. "I think, if you're such a logical man, you'd be able to see that there's far more benefit in remaining allied with us rather than keeping one wolf that would attack a pup in an allied pack." He did not look away from the towering wolf, though his heart thudded in his chest. He hoped this was the right decision.

"It's your call."