Sound the Alarm!

Bitter were the arguments between brothers, and Erik would have been a dumbass to expect Björn⁢ to come quietly. Or willingly. The transition had been difficult for the pups, and perhaps the little beast most of all. It had been a rather physical altercation, and both boys were bloody and panting by the time they arrived to the meeting. Erik with a gash across his muzzle, splattered with blood sprayed from Björn⁢'s eyes. The little grey pup being dragged by the ear by the larger boy... brother things.

Erik carefully takes a seat toward the back, begrudgingly licking the wound at the back of Björn⁢'s neck. An apologetic dip of his muzzle toward Delphi, and a little grimace to follow. Taking things too far was the name of the game, and it had taken a physical altercation to get his younger brother here. At least he's sorry that they're late.

"Speech"