Where Do Your Demons Hide?

*Cael* · 10-14-2013, 11:39 PM

Cael had heard the summoning that Syrinx had given, calling them out after the meeting for battle training for the war. He dreaded even the thought of fighting. Violence was not something he enjoyed or even liked to tolerate if he did not have to. He knew that at times it was necessary to defend oneself or others, but fighting just to fight was not something he condoned.

There was just one problem. He knew his mate had gone to the training. Cael couldn't help but go to watch after her and make sure she got out of this training alright. That protective gene in him trumped all else. He knew he should tain as well.. should the time come that he be pulled into this war that Glaciem insisted on bringing to them. With a sigh, he trotted off toward the training, making sure Elva stayed in the den. War training was no place for a small fox.

By the time the ivory brute arrived at the scene, Syrinx was bristling and furious, his anger directed toward none other than his dear mate. "Omega will suit you for the time being." He gaped at the scene in front of him, confused as to what in the world Imena of all wolves could have done to be demoted to the lowest rank. Anger, a very rare emotion for the gentle healer, rose up in him, making him seethe with the burning heat. He came up to Imena's side, wanting to say something to Syrinx, but he held his tongue. The last thing he wanted to do was make situations worse. He gently guided Imena away from the new alpha, protectively blocking her from his view as they walked.

When they were a little ways away from the crowd that had gathered, his gaze found Imena's. He radiated concern, his anger at Syrinx for snapping at his mate simmering just under it. "Imena, what happened?"

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