Hushed Willows This is not the end

Even faced with the display before her between the two males, Opalia was just waiting patiently, her mismatched eyes tracing the likes of them both. She had the utmost of faith in her brother, so did not worry about him--it was what Sunny was going to do that she couldn't predict, and it seemed, there was not much to be said for it.  She only flashed a glance over to the other wolves, the youngest one there included, with a mixed sort of scrutiny.

Then, her eyes narrowed back on the leader at his words. She was in no place to deny that his misplaced kids didn't matter right now, but all that had led up to them being lost in the first place.. how much of that stemmed from their illusion of peace? Opalia did not sense a strong backbone here, not in their ranks, or their head. What did Dacio want for them? He wanted them safe and cared for for the winter, trained to hold their own right to a claim and defend what was theirs--just like Drageda's training had taught them to do from a very young age. She doubted they saw it this way, looking at them...

Evidently, that would upset their peace, but she did not believe such idealism would survive the winter here like this. After hearing it all, she bristled subtly, and then felt a spike of irritation as she watched Sunny retreat without a single ounce of a fight to go collect his family.