Let it Be

Ears fell back, and Tornach turned his head aside as his elder brother spoke. He was certainly intelligent and perceptive enough to recognize a guilt trip being laid on him, and it was being laid thick, but he was also a sensitive soul so... it was also working. "Ní ba mhaith liom dul isteach sa phacáiste fiú má rinne tú iarratas a dhéanamh dom mar sin, deartháir." In his discomfort he'd falling back into the warm cadences of the language he had spoken more often than not as a child. He could no more begin to explain to Regulus why he could not approve of Celestial than he could have explained it to innocent Baine. The unusually colored eldest son had always been special to the family, had grown up immersed in a completely different way than Tornach whose ties to the family while no less strong had been much more unsettled from the war. Or maybe his disillusionment was through his own fault. Maybe there was something wrong with him rather than the world. But he could not force himself past that. "Ach beidh mé a dhéanamh am chun cuairt ar an teaghlach go luath," he conceded softly. "Déanaim comhghairdeas tú ar do dea-fhortún, Archangel."

The whole encounter had soured for him despite his enthusiasm for his plans. He felt off balance and sick, and couldn't seem to find his footing in this conversation. Had he made a mistake, coming here for this? He had to press on regardless. He sighed out a quick breath and began. "It has occurred to me that much time and energy is wasted looking for prey in the winter when many wolves are already weakened by cold. I believe this struggle for resources is behind most clashes between packs, and I could possibly relieve some of that burden through trade and community rather than battle. I plan to create a neutral place where wolves can come to trade for what they do not have, whether it be things my people have raised or that others have to trade already. If I build enclosures, I could keep prey penned so that we always have access to them when they are necessary, and their dung could fertilize medicinal herbs we could provide for healers. If cared for properly the prey would replenish their own numbers at a constant rate to replace planned cullings. With the prey always on hand, we could afford to be more choosy with which we take, which would contribute to the health of the population and in return our own health." He paused finally, having exhausted much of his pitch in that one burst.