Blacktail Deer Plateau Discretion of the Mind · PACK MEET

All of Crete's suspicions were confirmed by some of the first words the tumbled from Hawkeye's lips, as Crete's eyes fell upon his brother with blatant disbelief. Alpha male and mate? He barely knew Hawkeye. Sure, Peregrine have been there longer than Crete but it hadn't been that long; and of course, this is likely to drive an ugly wedge between them given that Crete did not particularly agree with some of Hawkeye's methods – as he felt he had every right to do, as her subordinate. Wouldn't she rather know what worried him instead of going along in a blissful ignorance? Crete have begun to zone out, numbly, really feeling Atticus' shoulder against his, idly, he wondered if Atticus have even realized that Crete was by his side. Crete's silent question was promptly answered by the last thing Hawkeye had to say, and hackles bristled ever so slightly as he met her eyes when she looked pointedly at him. So, what? Were they a totalitarian pack now? Were subordinates not allowed to have concerns? No, she had answered as much. Nostrils flared in subdued anger, his dislike for Hawkeye skyrocketing. She had quickly became a female Tyrannus and she didn't even know it (though she thought she knew so much about their brother - which proved to irritate him even more). Eyes flashed Peregine, wondering if his brother would even see it, and he quickly doubted it. Peregrine was probably too busy getting his lay to give two shits or realize. The other wolves introduced themselves, but Crete stood stone still, finding some kind of satisfaction in that he would have been unwilling to introduce himself even if he could've spoken. The peace of heart and mind if he came over Crete when he had been reunited with his brothers have promptly vanished. Instead he had went from the horror of one nightmare to another in a slim matter of weeks.