The Sass She Packs Has Precision Like a Surgeons Hands

He followed after her the moment he got the chance to after the meeting. Sure she was a big girl and could manage on her own, but she had been born and raised into the pack and honestly, part of him was...worried. He was aware of their tempers. Obviously it stemmed from him so he felt partly responsible and at fault for what happened. Had it truly been Rivin though? Or the darker voice that lurked beneath the surface? Only one way to find out, right? The Crimson male swam the short distance from the island to the mangrove, not keen on taking the longer swim the other way so he took his chances and hoped she had gone this way and not toward Obsidian Beach. Once on land, he shook out his coat and howled, calling for her, and hoping she was still somewhere nearby. He'd be damned if he let this shit further ruin any chance he had at trying to forge a relationship...Aresenn had left first. Now it was her turn, but not by choice. While he wasn't happy with the decision, there wasn't much he could do without fighting and potentially getting kicked out himself. And then what would he do after that? The prideful part of him would more than likely attempt revenge, and he already had a feeling how that would go. He didn't take being slighted very well. Anyone who knew him knew that for a fact. His uncle and cousin both learned that the hard way...he just hoped he didn't have to do the same with the Raiders...

"Speech"