Larksong Grotto Devastation

Charley was instantly alert at Aspen's interest in him, and with a smile nodded to her. Lilac was right, Aspen DID deserve a higher title. In his carribean eyes, she was a goddess, but to these wolves she was a mere subordinate. 
It was unacceptable. It was then that his ambitions rose: to rise to the top of this pack or another, even if he had to claim his own land. He would be the highest in the pack, and there would be no more meetings like that of which he dealt with today. Nobody would ever doubt his rank again, and you could be damn sure Aspen would be right there with him. 
              "Yes, please, I could use the distraction."
He gave Lilac a cool nod, making eye contact just to, who knows, maybe to show he understood really just because Charley is an asshole, and kept his silence against her. As she turned, he too angled his face, now with a charming grin plastered across it, and led Aspen away in the exact way he'd come in: Tail, ears and head high, striding along as if he owned the world he walked upon.