He had been listening, lurking at the sidelines within the shadows on the left side of the pack. He was not far from where Sendoa stood, and he even witnessed his failing old fool of a sire slither from his den to join them however briefly. Sin had never missed a meeting, and he would not start now. Though he didn't really feel inclined to, for not much would change anyhow. He had done a lot since coming to the pack, and yet his father would continue to ignore him due to his fear of the sinister child. Isardis was threatened, and Sin only reveled and laughed about it. He would watch as Sendoa speak, the male listening intently. So, there were many leaving? How fitting. The once superior empire was crumbling like ice in summer. Not even those who claimed to be "loyal" to the failing king wanted to remain in a place that was falling apart. But would Sin leave? No, not yet. Not until his own plans came into fruition, and that time was nearing. He would make a note to meet with Sendoa later, perhaps even begin training once more for the young children. After all, they sat idly and with no purpose. And he could give them that purpose, he could give them the will and desire to become better...And get the lazy spawn off their asses. He thought with annoyance. He heard the plea of a young male, blind in one eye, acting as if he were high and mighty by requesting others not to bully him. Weak. That was all he thought. One must be lacking confidence to request such a thing. To each their own, if a male wanted to be a brood then he could be one, though it would be a very wasted effort.
