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

Ciná sat proudly by his father and siblings while his father addressed the pack, looking around at all the other wolves in front of them with a cocky grin on his lips. Why did they all look so bothered? Weren't they excited about all the fun things that their father had planned? He couldn't wait to get big enough to get to do all the raiding and stuff that Ignis talked about and he was just excited that they got to sit up here at the front. That obviously meant they were important so they got to make all the decisions. Well, their father would make the decisions, but they were kind of part of it too. At least in his mind.

There was an awful lot of talking through and Ciná zoned out at some point when there was some talk about ranks or laws or something less exciting. Whenever other wolves in the audience started talking though he snapped back to attention, the grin that had slipped off of his lips returning in an instant. He mostly paid attention for the man that he thought was his uncle saying something about not shedding blood for glory and Ciná scoffed softly, glancing at one of his siblings beside him with a smirk. Wasn't protecting each other and fighting for things they wanted the same thing as glory? He didn't get what the big deal was, but he'd sit back and let the adults talk... for now.

"Cináed"