misstep and misplaced

For a moment much longer than he'd ever admit, Arcus was stunned. Slate blue eyes would gaze wide eyed at Glacier before he'd quickly snap his gaze away the moment he heard his big brother raise his voice. The power...wasn't this the same sound an iceburg made when part of it fell and crashed into the ocean? Even the storms couldn't break apart the ice, and he felt the natural inclination to yield. But oh, he was young.... It was then that he registered Glacier's words rather than his volume level, and he would clench his jaw. So that's what he wanted all along huh? Arcus had to choose. Growling deeply he'd close his eyes tightly. "I don't know!" He shouted before Glacier could even finish, perhaps close enough to cut of his last words but perhaps not. He growl weakly, eyes opening slowly to search for the answers at his paws. "I don't know...what..." He whispered. But storms would rage, even after a calm, and he'd quickly reel back up, gazing up at Glacier once more. With a curled lip he'd move to turn, to stomp away from his brother. "You know," He shouted then, refusing to look at his brother. "life made sense before you showed up. And now...now I don't know!" He had dreams, aspirations. He had wanted to lead his littermates, had wanted to be strong and powerful like their father. He had wanted to create a pack and be someone to be respected and feared...but now he was nothing, a miniscule piece of sand. He would turn around again, glaring up at Glacier. "You don't know what it's like to have two strangers suddenly come and take you away from every dream you've ever made! How do you expect me to be able to find new ones in this place?" He snapped, teeth clenching. Sometimes, too, it was easier to be angry at the entirely wrong person. "What even gave you the right?"

"Burn Baby Burn"