GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr settled back to listen. Technically most of the wolves here outranked him and though he was of Klein blood he knew better than to over step his bounds… well, most of the time. He was the youngest brother of the first litter after all. He wouldn't live up to his position if he didn't cause a little mischief here and there. He listened as Hannibal spoke and nodded his approval. It seemed the most logical option even if it did mean splitting the family apart.
Archon brought up a good point about which pack would act as the ruling house and who would go and that is when Pandora spoke up. She spoke truly. Hannibal was their heir and it was deemed his destiny but Hari still didn't care much for his sister's tone. Deathbelle had seen a need and rose to the occasion in a truly splendid manner. Any of Hannibal's full siblings could have taken up the mantle but none of them did. Deathbelle deserved respect for this.
He cocked his head to the side at the mention of a siege. "That is also a good suggestion. If we don't have any enemies we can certainly make some." He smirked. Wolves these days were so touchy and prideful, it would be easy enough to stir up shit. He had to agree though in regards to the baby boom there'd been far too liberal a spreading of seed but what was done was done.
"I think we're overthinking this. As for who will go to Hannibal's pack all he needs to do is ask for volunteers. I'm assuming we'll keep the packs close. It's not like we'll never see each other again. I can be the first volunteer. As for decisions. Let Deathbelle and Hannibal meet and decide together like civilized creatures and work it out. If something must come to a vote of the highest ranking members then let it be so. Or if you prefer bloodshed they can fight it out and the victor will decide. But really, we are family, surely we can work this all out?" Based on the tension in the air a small part of him doubted these words but he no less said it with conviction.
