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During the public scolding, Lykos had to try quite hard to keep the anger and annoyance from his face, but with willpower, he succeeded. His jaw was tight and his body stiff, but he had schooled his expression into one of utter and complete neutrality, though there was a degree of coldness that lingered even after he left the meeting, stalking after his brother and dodging the other members of the pack as best he could. No doubt that their mother would call them soon; he would need to talk to Gryphon before that moment in time.

He was mostly annoyed that the snap had been directed at all four of them; he quite believed that he and Gryphon had been quite civilized, speaking calmly and efficiently their opinion and thoughts on the matter. No, they were told not to speak like that again. Speak like what, precisely? Calmly and controlled, sharing their opinion? Were they not to share their opinions? The yearling paused, taking a deep breath. No, that was unreasonable; surely that was not the case, right? His mother's words were more directed towards Kharnage and Dragon as opposed to him and Gryphon, but it did not rankle him less.

He didn't question his brother leaving the pack lands - outside the lands, their words would doubtlessly be free from prying ears and eyes; that was for the best. Besides, they were not banned from leaving, and Lykos would have been sorely tempted to do so regardless of the boundaries if it had been. He drew closer to his brother, eyeing the shorter male. His brother looked freezing, unlike him - was his brother's fur not wholly suited for this environment? "You look cold, brother," Lykos commented, voice exuding a calm and control that the boy most certainly did not feel. No, on the inside he was like a raging fire; wild and out of control. Still, that managed to only shine in his eyes as Lykos dropped the barrier, staring at Gryphon with eyes that shone with the frustration, anger, and even a glimmer of hurt.