Everything, Sumayl recognized with a certain amount of relief, would be much simpler now that he knew where Vienna and him stood, no matter what happened between him and Jace. That was not to say he would not try his very best to be civil with the ebony Beta but at least he wouldn't feel the cracking pressure that if he messed up he would lose the one thing he couldn't live without. He had always tried to be civil with Jace but they were like fire and gasoline, if one was near the other they would react without much provocation prior. It was the nature of their personalities and opinions. There was a small part of Sumayl, buried deeply beneath the narcissist that felt bad, knowing that he was discord among the ranks. Yet, at the same time, life wasn't perfect and not everyone would always get along with their leaders. That was life and to feel bad about what he thought honestly was stupid to the golden Ostrega. He had tried to talk to Jace, attempted to resolve their issues but Jace never wanted to hear it and retaliated without, as far as Suma could see, without even attempting to talk with him. One said something and riled the other one up and then any attempts at a rational conversation was gone with the wind.
Vienna wanted him and Jace to attempt it again, though this time with her present. Sumayl wouldn't deny it to her for it was one of her two conditions (and he had a hard time saying no to her anyway) but at the same time the idea filled him with steel and jagged edged anticipation and hesitation. Would Jace hold back in Vienna's presence? Sumayl wouldn't, but he was brash. Vienna already knew how he felt about Jace, and Sumayl had no intentions of lying to her. Maybe Jace and his issue with one another could be simply brushed off as being “a man thing” : too much testosterone, two different, very dominant personalities that did nothing but clash, and burn everything in their path to ashes on the ground.
Golden ears cupped forth at attention when a short howl for him reached his ears. The golden Ostrega did not immediately move towards the origin of it, brow furrowing as he tried to decide who it was. It hadn't been Jace, definitely not Vienna, and not Amekaze, either. He hadn't spent enough time in Summer's presence to be able to identify his voice, but nevertheless moved in the direction that his mysterious pack mate had called him from. Sumayl found him soon enough, golden gaze touching him and recognizing him the closer he ascended to him. “Hey season boy,” Sumayl teased lightly, his mind going back to their first meeting. “Summer right?” Sumayl inquired, joking briefly pushed aside to communicate that he hadn't forgotten the boy's name.