Vitus was, well, interested in the turn of events. There was no doubt that his brother Bacchus had changed since they were little; it had been evident in their last encounter. Yet, when Vitty truly thought about it, did anyone ever truly stay the same? The world would mold you, change you. You grew up and the innocent way you once looked at things was lost. Nothing could last forever either; whether it was innocence or the rule over a pack. While Vitus was somewhat surprised at his brother’s call to their uncle at the same time, deep down, he wasn’t.
He would arrive at the battlefield with Carlisle not far behind him. His breathing was slow, calm, collected. Bi-colored gaze would seek first his brother, giving a small nod. A small sign of support for his decision. While he knew Bacchus’ challenge could, and likely would, upset the rest of the family he was indifferent about it. At the end of the day both Leo and Bacc would still be family and, regardless of who won, he was going home with the victor.
Glancing towards Amalia, Epiphron, Arviae and Svetlana the male would let out a quiet sigh. Perhaps it might have been better if Bacchus hadn’t challenged. Everyone looked so upset... So troubled. At least from Fiori. There were strangers there who seemed more than ready to make bets on who would win or lose. It was perhaps that particular crowd that made this whole situation feel wrong. He would sit down easily, Carlisle winging down to land at his place beside him. The barn owl would glance up at Vitus, hooing softly.
“You’ve mixed feelings about this, don’t you?” The owl would ask. Vitus would give a slow nod. Yes, he had mixed feelings about this indeed.
"Speech"
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