Teenagers make dumb decisions

Ah, to be a teenager. Though Bramble is disappointed and worried, she also can’t hide the brief smirk that lights her lips at Ember’s testy and disrespectful words. Her litter mates had been calmer compared to the fire within Ember, but perhaps unknown to Ember, Bramble could relate fairly well to the feelings brewing inside. “I sat in that meeting, I saw and witnessed, heard how those Alphas blindly turned down Tati as if he wasn’t trying,” a sigh leaves her lips, a slow shake of her head.

“I get it, I do. When Tati informed me of what happened, sitting in the pack meeting, attending the Alpha meeting, I felt a fury that I don’t think I’ve felt before,” her voice is quiet as she speaks, eyes away from Ember now, focused on the well-worn dirt path they traversed. “I wondered what compelled him to not have killed Sephiran right then and there. I cursed him for not gathering The Hallows and marching north to tear down their pack,” her teeth grind together, muscles stiffening and fur bristling. If anything infuriated Bramble more, it was wolves who thought they could do whatever they damn well pleased.

“But if we did that,” she relaxes, another sigh, a momentary glance to her sister. “We would be just as bad as them. The Hallows is influential, strong, and a mighty adversary, but we are not judge, jury, or executioner,” her face creases with tension, gaze admiring the wisteria and flowers that lined the path. “Life is just as delicate as the plants that grow in this garden, Em. Just as easily as it can be born, it can also be taken away. Packs will listen to you, to me, to others of The Hallows because we can spend time with them. Tati cannot be in a million places at one time. It is up to us to help convince, er, forge relations with others so that when the time does come, we will come together as one and The Syndicate will be forced to stand alone,” Bramble stops suddenly having led Ember to a gate that exited out to Starlit Plains. A straight shot toward the grove and then to the Bifrost toward the unknown danger that lay ahead for her sister.

“If you still feel so compelled to venture out and risk your life, I’ll give you one season. If I don’t hear from you or your bird, Tati will know of your endeavor and I will assume you dead by paw of The Syndicate,” her expression speaks volumes of seriousness, but the shine in her teal eyes would betray her. Deep down, Bramble knew this quest was something Tati would have gone on himself if he were Ember so who was she to stop her sister? She hoped Ember would find the compromise fair - her secret to be kept long enough to allow her to journey north and back without concern.