The Sunspire Just think of your prospects, my darling take heed:

Calhoun sat in wait for more to show, though, after Cenric, the hunter felt his face visibly drop. A man of greys trailed in and yet dared to sit near what would be the future Kings. Who did he think he was to invade their family gathering? However, before Cal had the chance to address the elephant in the room...Célnes did.

A red glare sat on the stranger as she spoke, most of her words were eye-roll worthy or rhetorical questions. He of course already knew that she had disgraced the High Elk by joining some...weak pack for aid no less when they have healers. Of course, they were not praise worthy, only the High Elk was as it should be.

Right as Célnes began to fall into what she should have been talking about, a tap hit his side drawing his eyes away from their stranger to...to a kid? An unholy heathen cast into the shadow of the High Elk's loving light now blabbering at him and sitting right next to him like he had permission. The disgust and anger showed on his face, his maw opening to protest when he heard it.

"we will be accepting everyone- regardless, of them being Deorwine."

What—? The words were merely gasped under his breath as the fur along the hunter's spine began to bristle with fury. He would allow Célnes to finish just to ensure his ears had not betrayed him with the squabble of a crotch goblin in his ear, though each sentence brought out a new form of rage from within. Cenric was correct Célnes had lost it, what she spoke of was treason to the High Elk.

At last she finished, a request on her lips for those around to join her while the spawn at his side hollered. Calhoun couldn't hold back his laugh any longer as he shoved his burning rage temporarily into his core, Why cousin, our history still breathes. Have you forgotten your teachings? Surely she must have, luckily he would have no problem shoving their lord's teachings down her throat for this humiliating display.

How long have you had these thoughts? No wonder the rain pours, it follows you. It's the High Elk's disapproval, not these lands. We were forced to leave our land, but our home, our life, it's alive as ever as we are drawn towards a better land. There have always been other wolves, they were just born into a tragic life in lands far from the High Elk. They will never be accepted. His ruby gaze fell once more to the man that sat near Célnes. Perhaps it was his fault, he must have tainted her mind with garbage in hopes to swindle his way amongst the family.

And what of that one? His light, perhaps condescending smile quickly fell to be replaced with a look of utter disdain. His words remained directed at Célnes, determined to not address the greyscale man, nor who he assumed to be his son. You preach of renewal and rebirth, yet you walk a path that is determined to destroy the Deorwines further. Is that really the history you wish to carry?