COUNTING STARS

A summons would rise into the air, the boys dual toned gaze curios and eager to attend the call of the woman who caught his interests. He cared not whether she was related to him or not, he saw a beauty when it walked in front of him. And Athena was definitely one of those. White stained paws would carry him with vigor across the snow, tail flagged high above his back in a show of confident dominance, and he didn't give a fuck who got offended by it. He was who he was, and none would tear him down. No matter how powerful they thought they were.

He would arrive, the male now at his towering height. Icy gaze swept across the scene, brow raised as childish banter from both young and old stank up the air like rotten garbage that had been sitting around for weeks. Lip curled in disgust, from what he had caught so far, they were all no more then petty children. He was disappointed even, in the former albino king. He then tried to make sense of what the so called wannabe king had said. Ripping out their tongues to no longer breath their putrid breath? Was he that stupid? Even without tongues, they could still breath. He rolled his eyes at the statement, for he knew he was nothing but bark and no bite. From what he had seen before, the boy had done nothing but mope around the pack since the storm. Yes, he remembered. For Raw had watched him slink about with his tail between his legs while he moped about his eye and whatever else he cried about. It would bring a smirk to his face. The male would go on, gloating and praising the doings of the former one. And as far as Raw was concerned, he hadn't seen Isardis really bother to integrate himself into the lives of his children. Even he himself barely knew nothing about him. What the hell was Vereux's problem? Was he that blind and twitterpatted? Or just trying to suck up in front of his father? Perhaps both. Raw cared not anymore, this pack was wasting away from egos that were not being adequately fed. As this was proof.

He would spot his mother, at last. It had been a while since he'd seen her, and without hesitation the boy would trot towards her and brush against her side, if he were a cat he would probably be purring. He licked her maw, ecstatic almost, to see her again. "Mother, I am happy to see you well. I've missed you." He would remain with her a bit longer, before finally extricating himself to go and sit near Drashiel; a sibling he had gotten to know during a spar not too long ago. He had skill, that he would admit. And he would see him as one worthy of talking to, and even being around. He would glance at him, a look practically saying 'Seriously?' at the events going on. He would shake his head slightly, they were all childish fools...bantering like children throwing a tantrum because they didn't get that shiny new toy from the store.

"Speech"
'thoughts'