You got the bullets, I got the gun

A howl would drift and echo around them but unlike his sister he would not stir immediately. Instead he would wait, listening to the sounds of her leaving before lifting his own head and allowing gaze to follow her retreating form. She was always so grumpy… For lack of any other reason other then the fact that he hadn't wanted to walk with his sister he would simple wait, intending to arrive late. He would count down slowly from 100 in his mind before pushing himself up and then following her path. Though movements seemed far slower then the others his long limbs had no issue devouring the distance between his family's den and the pack meeting. He would find a large group gathered already but he would not speak, lifting his head high and slitting eyes as if to glare at them all from the bridge of his nose. They were all beneath him anyways… He would not weave his way through them but instead make a straight line through them, not caring that he might have to shove a couple of wolves here and there if they didn't move from his path. The sole prince had arrived after all… Slowly he would make his way to seat himself on his mothers right hand side, the boy attempting to collect himself into a regal position though in all truth a recent growth spurt had left him looking more chubby then intimidating...


"Talk here."

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