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“Are we keeping you from something important, Cadfael?” demanded the now Alpha male. The dragon with the fiery temper nearly said 'Yes' insolently before collecting himself. He concealed a dry smile that threatened to break through his lips, he was becoming more like Hadrian every single day he stayed here. Maybe it was because he moved a lot less and had less time to think and be by himself, living in his little melancholy world in his head. The prince knew he would never have the same kind of loyalty, love to the Creek that he had to Moroedd Dreigiau but perhaps he could try to just learn to love this place. Never like the heart aching love for Moroedd Dreigiau but still loyalty and love, just a simpler degree.
It was apparent that the others too, felt he had disrespected the new Alpha when he merely just spoke for Bazi. Perhaps they had mistaken the rough edge in his voice for a demand. No it was always there when he was deep in thought, they would learn to know that. Then one of the wolves with green eyes spoke in a thick accent but Ddraig, having dealt with a lot of wolves with accents understood this one, which he deemed as an Irishman, something Bazi had mentioned.
The welsh prince suppressed a dark deep sigh instead lowered his head, though a question came, kept circling in his mind. He lowered himself onto his haunches and gazed at Scimitar although averting his gaze, making sure not to look at the Alpha directly in the eyes for he did not, would not challenge him just yet. Despite the mix of feelings he felt for Scimitar, he was still undeniably attractive. The welsh prince spoke in a soft, respectful tone, a light accent masking the words "I apologize, Scimitar. I was in a bad mood before I came but it is wrong for me to take my anger upon you, all of you and I apologize to everyone here." he first said sincerely, dipping his head. "I will follow Swiftcurrent Creek and you, Scimitar for the moment you have accepted me to the Creek, my loyalty is tied to you and everyone here."
With that he lifted his gaze and sought out Scimitar's turquoise ones for a brief moment, sincerity evident in his midnight blue eyes before gazing at everyone gathered again. His head lowered still, he spoke "I know this is not for me to ask and I mean no disrespect at all but if Bazi comes back and asks for the rank of Alpha. Will she automatically receive the rank again?" his tone was not demanding instead soft, quiet and respectful. Soon becoming the Cadfael, the Ddraig he was and is.