Come Softly, Come Swiftly

The brute had been contently lost among his own thoughts when his sister's call reached his ears. It was a low, soft howl beckoning her followers to her that would cause his gaze to turn skyward in the direaction from which it had come. With little pause and no hesitation, he set off at a run to answer her summon. He had a feeling too that he knew what this meeting would be about. Surly it had something to do with Sin's pathetic ass. Such a fitting name for a squater on land they'd fought over for far too long. And there was more, he was sure. What she expected of them all as the current head of the family. His family. Newol was an Adravendi. This was not a lost notion on him nor would it ever be. Charging threw the trees of the West, he considered how he too had words that might surprise her. He was still very scarce about his voice though so his only regret was that a crowd would be there to witness it all. But he'd stuck his scared snout in a few of these meetings back in Erani's time atop the thrown, so surly he'd see a few faces he reckognized and who also remembered him.

In all honesty, this claiming of the Plains had been no surprise to him at all. Such was the nature of the world. They would have to wad through the mud to get back what was theirs. Sin. Such a fitting name. That's all he was really. Just another Sinner. Unquice in absolutely no way. Another tyrant here to play the same sad sorry tune of burn the forest down. Another pathetic pup who's mother didn't love them enough. They all where, in one way or another, broken. But they where needed. Wolves like this Sinner. It was obsticales like them that made the taste of victory so sweet. The brute quickly found the lid for the bottle of hate he'd opened and settled himself back down into his calm nature. His temper would get the better of him if he didn't allow himself so control over it. And he was not about to let that happen.

Before long he arrived on the spot of her call, slowing to a walk as he approched. Regulus was as always an icon easily picked out even from a distance. The boy was huge, Newol gave him that. The second he crawled out form underneath Surreal's paw he would be swiming in more tail than he knew what to do with. Accept that that would never happen. Sure he had the build for it, but Newol didn't picture a child of Surreal's to have the personality. Still, whoever snaged that one up would win the lottery. Making his way up to the small group, he offered his sister a bow of his scared snout, one of the few traits they shared, before taking a seat.
"Speech"