Sometimes, you're better off in the dark

The details of the siege were not particularly interesting to Quintus. In fact, he found everything involving politics and inter-pack relations rather boring, but being the son of the King and Queen made him more apt to hear things that others might not know. And it was obvious they were worried about the few wolves that hadn't returned. It didn't take a genius to realize something was wrong -- it had been some time since they had left to help defend Valhalla, and they should've returned by now if everything had gone well.

"Well hi, Jendai," he said nonchalantly, grinning lopsidedly. His expression was goofy and relaxed, and it only appeared briefly on his features. Quintus Nero watched as she leaned into one of the wooden posts. He'd heard this was a strange feature, made by creatures from years past, but it seemed completely normal to the young boy; it was simply home to him. "I don't know if your dad is coming home," he said with a shrug. He couldn't imagine his own father going to war; but he knew the warriors had gone willingly, and had known they might not return home safely, or at all. Wasn't that how war went, anyway? "I think he was taken as a prisoner by that Glaciem pack. My parents are pretty pissed off," he explained. Quintus was still young, and lacked much empathy -- he didn't quite realize how harsh his words were, or that maybe he shouldn't have divulged this knowledge at all...