Stone Circle What can break me has a name

Despite his entitlement, which in himself was born mostly of defiance and jealousy, Swiftlet was in no way a fitting choice for leader. The pups were unified as poor candidates by their age and inexperience, but Swiftlet in particular had no sound arguments in support of himself and worse, he had no consideration for what was good for the pack. He looked upon the opportunity as a means to having his own way while never being told by anyone what he could or couldn't do. It was a chance for unbridled fun. He had no sense of responsibility.

Kristjan's steady presence beside him and good reason was enough to uncoil some of the tension that had gathered within Swift, but when Sven started to lecture he swung his head and glowered with all of it and more, finding the other boy patronizing. But, distracted by a quarrel he had with the word badness in proximity to himself and not very clever in these ways, he was unable to retort before the debate advanced.

Skald nominated two.

Swift was not one of them.

In that moment, the young wolf felt a deep and foreign hurt. One that drained his headstrong spirit so severely that not even the reckless condemnations Astrid spewed were enough to incite him when moments before he had been ready to fight. The offences he found in her words became part of the dark cloud that brewed above him; something to carry along and be rained upon by later.

Screw this. He muttered.

Swiftlet gathered his squirrel and left.

Swiftlet exit! Excuse this shithead. He has some GrOwInG uP tO dO lol.