Sigmarr was struggling and he didn't know why. He'd destroyed the demon that had plagued them and while part of him was now at peace there was still a part of him that was restless, that felt out of place and disconnected from everyone around him. He'd been gone from his family for so long that most of them felt like strangers and even Ebony seemed to have changed. Sigmarr, walked slowly along the border, willing himself to get back into the routine of being a proper pack wolf. As he strode along a call rang out that made Sigmarr grit his teeth. Kassander was calling a gathering of that magnitude without telling him? Spinning on his heels he headed for the direction of the call, hoping that someone was already there to watch Kassander's back in case any of the attendee's were interested in playing foul.
As the ice-eyed male strode into the gather it was just in time to hear an odd, green-eyed male with a strange accent speak.
It would be a shame if things didn't go according to plan
Sigmarr resisted the urge to growl but his eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. We can look after our own." Sigmarr moved to stand next to his brother and take on the role of body guard. He was only to happy to start plucking body parts off of anyone foolish enough to threaten his family and… well it was a healing meeting. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to have a dummy or two to practice on.
