We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History

He still couldn't believe was his cousin had done. Then again, he didn't know Ignis too well. He was upset at what had happened to his dad and sister...they had both been exiled, and his father had lost more than anything. His pride, dignity...half his sight, he was sure. Although Ignis had seemingly gone against his own kin, Snow sort of admired the ambition that his cousin had. He went for what he wanted by any means necessary, and Winter had folded under the pressure like a rabbit between his own teeth. Maybe it was for the best...though it was still too early to tell. He wasn't exactly the most talkative out of Acere's litter. He often sat back and observed and the more time went on, he couldn't help but feel indifferent to the whole situation. He was curious to see where the pack would go when Ignis took over, and he wondered if he'd get answers during today's meeting. He quietly arrived to find none of his other siblings were there. With the exception of Winter, had the others decided to try and abandon the pack? Would Ignis go after them? He felt a little nervous at the thought of what might happen, so when he sat among the group, he nervously glanced around in the hopes they might show up.