Kassander's shock at finding himself unexpectedly taken by Olympus wolves outweighed any outrage the young wolf might have felt. He'd finally been recognized in his quest to be a healer, been given a mentor and a rank within the pack that had nothing to do with his mother... and now it was all gone. Washed away in a moment. Katja had lost in her bid to keep Kassander and his siblings all in Ebony and he could not help but resent her for it. She was no better than Raisa, with their false promises and their failures. Maybe they were better off now. But, confusingly, hadn't Virgil abandoned them too when she'd taken their siblings back to Olympus in the first place? Kassander didn't know what to think, and the shock was muting anything he might be feeling. The would-be healer was just there floating through the days since they'd been taken. Svet had been making herself scarce, and he worried about her, but... distantly, as if someone else was feeling it. Did he still get to learn to be a healer? Did Virgil really still think of him as a son? Or was he just a prisoner here? He just didn't know what to do anymore. "Talk" "You" Think

Syrinx was not going to be coerced into leaving Olympus. He was going to climb the ranks until he was standing on a decent amount of...if not hierarchical power? respected resolve. They would come to know his name as they had anywhere else, but he also seemed to be truly trying to make some notice of anything. He wanted to bring some kind of balance to what was being held onto, but he knew that he didn?t hold Olympus as dearly as his Empress did. Not yet. Still, a boy alone would catchi his attention and would draw Syrinx forward. An expressionless face would be presented to a younger man and Syrinx would let a low growl resonate in his throat. This was merely to allow the other true awareness of his presence. What was he doing out so alone? The question was easily asked, but not so easily interpreted. Syrinx did not care that he was alone. He did not care that he looked like a kicked dog. He merely cared that it was a chance to bring his reputation further up from the ground. Everything was changing, and he wanted them all to be aware, ?You look positively pitiful, squirt,? there were a number of reasons for a child to be upset. Syrinx himself could think of a few, though he could not begin to think they were of levity.