Ouroboros Spine He's heading out the door

He heard the soft, hushed tap of her tail against the ground and moved closer, ears flicked back in a show of deference and appreciation as he approached her. He could feel her eyes upon him, but their softness had been stirred with what he felt was worry. He could feel her reaching out to him to draw his emotions from the concern in his features, the way the touch of willow branches might gently stir the surface of a lake when brushed with a gentle breeze. While he was unscathed physically, he knew it was fairly obvious that he had concerns. His alpha did not mince words; and he owed it to her to be honest. 

"I will not follow Raimo as sivullik." He stated quietly, though there was a firmness to his tone that indicated that he would not be swayed. There was more to it than that, but he didn't want to ramble on about his decision unless Kukutux invited him to explain. There was much to be said, so he came to a simple conclusion. "I do not follow one who is boastful, entitled and zealous."