DJ Turn It Up [MEETING]

Hati was rarely surprised by anything. Angry, well yes quite often, and furious, half-crazed, selfish... all those things but rarely surprised but when Valentine's younger daughter sat beside him for all the world as sullen as he, his brain screeched to a complete, confused halt. No one chose to sit with him. It was nearly unfathomable - yet, there she was, and no longer the tiny pup who'd woken him from his nightmares. He cast a sidelong, suspicious glance at her from beneath his mask. Easily six inches taller than he was, though with a yearling's build much lighter than his own thick frame, they were quite likely the oddest looking pair in the pack. More startling was that he didn't mind her presence there.

He turned his attention away from the child and to her father as Valentine began the meeting, hanging on the alpha's words with a familiar intensity, but he was given his second shock in as many minutes when Valentine assigned him to mentor Rhys. Him, a mentor? Baldur would have pissed himself laughing to hear it. But why would Valentine, who was surely in his right mind, entrust his precious younger daughter to him? A numb feeling crept over his extremities, and a rare moment of doubt choked him. What if Valentine's child got hurt or killed because of him? What if he... snapped? What if...? The gibbering of voices hurtling questions at him was deafening. Shut up he screeched back at them, and a red-tinged silence fell. He snuck another sidelong glance at the yearling beside him and forced words from his throat. "Don't think I'll make it easy for you," he managed to grunt for her ears alone, wrapping himself back into his eternal grumpiness to partly put a lid on his crazy. "No student of mine's going to make me look bad by being a shitty warrior." At least she wasn't a pup anymore. It was safer this way...

Raid.

He heard the word fall from Valentine's lips and his attention jerked back to the meeting that had continued unabated despite his inner struggles. His eyes dilated, and nostrils flared as though scenting blood already. Raid? Yessssss. The siege had sated his need to bathe himself in the blood of war for a time, but he was restless, and the idea of a quick, bloody strike to steal from another pack appealed to him like honey appeals to bees. "Just tell me where to go," he rasped with relish, quivering with anticipation already.