Aftermath

Ooc: omg I totes forgot to finish this draft and post it last night I'm so sry <3

He was being a little stand offish and wanted to stick to himself lately. His mother, according to Zell, should of been girvined. He didn't know why, but he speculated. The little firecracker knew one thing out of everything, uncle Torin wasn't about to truly punish anyone, alpha or Not, and Frostbite wasn't either. This pack needed someone like Blaise to take the reigns. Someone who wasn't afraid to get their paws dirty and earn the respect of others through being a strict alpha. There were too many disappearances for it not to be necessary.

He'd been spending his days trying to train and make himself stronger. It started with a run everyday before his family awoke, then he liked to try to work on his pain receptors by taking out his aggression on trees. He was gaining bruises, scrapes and splinters daily. He didn't see reason to see a healer though. A healer might tell Torin and if Torin figured out why, he might try to interfere. Blaise would be working on becoming an alpha. Whether his siblings supported him or not he didn't care. He would take lirim by force if he had to. They needed a better leader.

A howl called his attention from the tree he was busy abusing. A meeting was being called.

He arrived lastly. He took his time, no need to make them think he'd be bowing to them easily. Not with their lax attitudes. He regarded them with a look that was carefully guarding his feelings, emotionless as he could manage. Then his eyes moved to his family, Naeva was disappointing, Priscilla a promising storm, Celestin a deer or willow, Bastyan a willow or herb and his mother would need to be given something else to do. He didn't move towards them though, none of them would know yet what he planned. He sat off to the side, to himself. A fresh scrape was barely bleeding on his brow but he didn't make a big deal of it. Why should He, he didn't need anyone thinking he was weak when he became alpha.