Eye of the Storm

Arcus had left Donostrea because he felt unloved, felt as if his elder brother put himself on a higher pedestal than the storm lover. He felt like a worm beneath his eyes, and perhaps that was just a symptom of angry lack of self worth. But as he reguarded Bass, the alpha of this pack, he couldn't help but feel the same rage rise in his chest. Deep blue eyes would narrow as Bass' hackles rose, but he said or did nothing further. He remained standing where he stood, breathing deep through his nose as the uncle adressed the niece. The rage continued to build, even as Bass treated Shaye somewhat tenderly, and the sad look she held in his peripherial vision. But luckily, his mind still worked through the raging storm, and he merely stood there, rooting in place and staring unblinkingly at the alpha.

When amber eyes would turn on to the Elementas, tone reprimandive as if he were a child. This man didn't have much on him for age, even if Arcus was rather immature in that reguard. Perhaps he was used to being babied. The skin along his nose would wrinkle as he stared at him, never once turning his eyes away. "Understood." He said lowly, deeply, before he spared a single, miniscule glance at Shaye. The colors in his eyes were sorrowful, sad as he glanced at her, apologetic before he suddenly and swiftly turned on his paws and lopped away from uncle and niece and another pack he never wanted to see again.

-Arcus exit?-

"Burn Baby Burn"