Northstar Vale aranea

germanicus found he could not think of a single lie he had told.

and perhaps it was his own brash thought or his own inability to feel any longer on behalf of others. long years had taken it from him.

but what it had not robbed was his anger. "any failure of mine is your success, arsenio." those who had sought to change what he had built would fall away. he meant to shave the pack down to its bare bones if only to declare himself free of the spywork he wrought elsewhere.

it was a fierce irony and one that was not wasted on him. 

he longed to be outside the mountains and in the taiga once more.

but this was his own aim and his own shame. "i do not need your trust. i need continued peace in the sunspire as these lands have long needed and as they have long been kept." arsenio said he was not an enemy and yet he stood in that place before the red wolf now.

he could not change that. but for mereo he would insist upon affability, especially when families and blood-bonds were now shared between them. their wolves were one, and that was by design.