The subject of authority

Citadel startled at the sudden change in his mothers voice. The exasperation was a quick turn and he sat himself down, looking at her with wide eyes. Ignita was normally one of the more rational and even tempered wolves in his life. If he wanted answers, he had to learn what compassion meant?

He scrunched his nose up in confusion, and while a part of im wanted to rebel at her tone he was sensible enough to realise it wasn’t the time. Instead, he ducked his head. “I didn’t realise it was an inapp-pr-in-- not a good question Mumma.” He said, trying to really sound apologetic. He didn’t like upsetting his mum, so there was a lot of genuineness to it. He was also just.. Headstrong and stubborn. Head still ducked, and feeling more confused than anything, he turned to go.


"Citadel"