Bones of our Ancestors

A siege. An attack. Revenge. Though it wasn't his own family that had been overthrown, the male would fight alongside his pack, if only they would agree with their very leader. He opened his mouth to state his position, only to be swallowed in endless bickering. There were those who doubted the alpha's decision, seeming afraid to approach the new pack and those who supported the Azat. Couldn't they just all agree? Either way, he just wanted it all to end. After a sable female had finished speaking, who pointed out some important facts, the chestnut male stood and rose his voice before anyone could drown his words. Not that they would take him seriously, after all, who was he? "I'd love to stick around and argue and explore the many flaws in this plan, but I'm afraid the more time we waste bickering, the less time we have left to eliminate the danger. We're creating unnecessary problems out of this. The plan isn't the problem, Sin is. And if he holds - dare I say - peaceful intentions," he narrowed his electric green gaze on the slate man, before turning his head to look upon the rest of his pack-mates - so many different opinions within their minds. Would they taunt him? Would they judge him? They could do whatever they liked; this was his view of the situation. "What makes you think he'll stay like that? What's stopping him from becoming a threat? Not that he isn't already. He took over a pack he didn't even know. Was he logical? Did he know Threar's motives? It didn't seem like it. If he can do that, then so can we. After all, this is survival of the fittest; we're not here to play nice." Once his speech was over, which left him slightly breathless, he inwardly winced, preparing for the snarky remarks to bombard him. He sent a glance to Bass and the former Threar male, his vocals calmer yet retaining their power and meaning. "I was trained to fight; I will fight, and help out when needed."