King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

The old Bull waits, listening, silent. Well, perhaps not so, as a low rumble kept lingering out from parted jaws. He wanted to join, obvious by his arrival and obvious even so Celnes' willingness for it by bringing him hear. It is said that the white wolf wished to repent for his sins. To face their God and let him be judged, that should the High Elk accept him, he may bring acceptance into his bloodline by future generations.  

The first to speak is Ravinger with full agreement. Odessa turns her face from Celnes, unwilling to look at her any future. She was no King to her, had not been since her first decree of what would be there new lives. Celnes smiles, but it was fake as ever. A woman who's cruelty lied in breaking down and destroying the very name she was meant to protect. Perhaps the girl had never any love for the Deorwine and as such, had waited for her moment. Waited until her true colors and plans could be revealed. A moment when she could take the throne at the pack's weakest state and destroy it. 

So many had come to these lands- Corliss, Brewster, Rohesia, Eadwulf and the King's own little brother and sister. All gone now. Left. Had no one stopped to think of why? 

Allow him to beg then, for our God's mercy. Either way, Odessa had no intention of being a part of this. Of ever accepting this or he as one of her own. She snorts to Celnes' words in a disrespectful spat and after another flash of her fangs to the white piece of filth, she turned and left. Why had she even bother to come?