Golden Glade King of Kings

"Mind your tone." Chad's voice rumbled from behind as he drew over the rise. His golden eyes were pinned sharply on Calhoun. Leveling his stare with him, the flashy Déorwine male was hardly the picture of his usual boastful self. Largely ignoring the others, he continued. "Need I remind you the attack." An earthy brown ear flicked back to indicate Célnes. "We do not need to rush into making unnecessary enemies." He cautioned. It was bad enough some pack wolf over the mountains had drew their leader’s blood. If they were to find the High Elk here and remake their home, stepping on their neighbor’s toes wouldn't do them any favors.

Still, despite his defense, Chad was just as prejudice as the rest of them. Only he was clever in that in this instance, he kept his judgement hidden. Turning to regard the fleeting image of the Apostle, wrought with regal antlers, pride and hope swelled in his chest. "We have searched for a long time. Praying, hoping for a sign from our divine God. And now we are one step closer to becoming whole again." He elaborated with a proud tip of his chin, sharing a fond look with Odessa, blessed to have found him first.