Wounded Pride and an Empty Stomach

*Askan* · 06-12-2020, 10:58 AM

Askan was surprised that Sirus could hear him from all the way up there, atop his pedestal high up in the clouds. To say that they'd gotten off on the wrong paw was an understatement and perhaps if Askan could swallow his pride the situation could be salvaged. But as things stood he wasn't going to do that anytime soon, it was too bitter of a pill, and Askan just wasn't- he couldn't- Well fuck this noise. He snorted boorishly and made a pointed effort to block out every word that passed the Warlord's lips. There was some truth to what he was saying but Askan couldn't afford to even give it a moment of contemplation, if he let doubt seep through the cracks then there would be no stopping the oncoming flood. It was all a bunch of bullshit, it had to be.

Sirius had clearly said his piece and was thankfully buggering off. The weight of what was said and unsaid lingered in the air, it's choke hold tightening around Askan's throat as he stood there, glowering ,tense and alone in the snow. Of all the packs in this land, at least now he knew there was one to avoid. One that he'd sooner die than join.

Exit unless stopped.

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