ardent

And maybe I bit off more than I could chew



Rune I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
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275
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03-02-2015, 02:09 PM
Walk | Talk | Think

The little girl had some bite to her, taking offense to his question somehow as she huffed in an indignant sort of manner. Rune was not impressed with the little prissy display, though seeing Freyr sink to the ground on his side of the border was enough to allow him to overlook it. Yes, he deserved that look, and more, but with the young ones present, the Guardian hardly felt right saying exactly what was on his mind and showing his authority as he would have preferred. If he had it his way, he would have chased Freyr clear of the border, herded the family back inside to the pack lands proper, and never given another thought to the injured runaway. It was just a shame he had an impressionable audience who would have responded poorly to it.

Akemi, in a clear show of her loyalty, gave Rune the freedom to do as he wished with Secretua's transgressor, and even Freyr did not try to plead his case, his only concern being for Zisa. It might have spoken well for his character, that little selfless act, but one small act could not account for all the time he had done nothing to prove himself a worthy member of Secretua. In Rune's eyes, he was useless, now more than ever, and to keep him around would have meant wasting food on someone who brought nothing to their pack but strife.

The children, however, seemed to think differently on the matter. They pleaded for him, in the girl's case speaking as if he was worthy of their help and in the boy's with mercy, but Rune could only stare at each of them with a stern look that could easily have been mistaken as a glare. Zisa obviously did not understand the seriousness of what he had done, and Einarr still thought him deserving of their help despite his abandonment of them.

Rune growled, losing a bit of his patience as his lips curled slightly back and the dark fur between his shoulders rose. "He deserves nothing," he all but hissed, turning his piercing blue gaze upon the injured, runaway man himself. "He's never done anything for the pack. Even when he was a part of it, he chose to run away rather than come back and seek our help when we would have provided it. He turned his back on us." On you, he wanted to add, but he doubted the kids would see things as he did. Somehow they still thought him "good," though he was far from it. "Even now he doesn't want to be here," he stated lowly, sure that if not for Zisa Freyr would have continued to avoid the pack. But he waited, giving the male the chance to prove him wrong if he wanted to. Otherwise his mind was made up: he wanted him gone.