The synchronized murmur of voices seemed to stop as Bravo’s voice began to filter into the air. Altair felt his ears angle toward the male and leaned closer just to pick up on every word the wolf spoke. The boy’s expression remained neutral, trying to find something to agree or disagree with in Bravo’s speech.
Something about the previous murmur of voices and the tone of the Tactician’s voice made the Penumbra pup feel uneasy. There was something incredibly wrong and sour that hung in the air.
As Bravo’s speech flowed on, Altair found it hard to understand some of his words, but caught on to the basics. One name in particular caused Altair’s ears to prick up-right. Makoa. He had met the fellow before. At the time, Altair was being a pain in everyone’s rear end and Makoa had been the one to help Mom deal with Altair’s annoying self.
Disrupting the stillness of the crowd, Altair got up and moved closer to his mother. Though he didn’t move close enough to brush against her fur, it was clear that his stance in the argument would be against anyone who found her unworthy to lead the pack. He sat next to her to show her that she had his support. The meeting was absolutely unnecessary and stupid.
There wasn’t enough explanation behind what Bravo said for Altair to believe that anything that Mom had done had been wrong or ill-willed. Makoa had been helpful and kind to her, and Mom had every right to befriend such a guy.
Though he strongly opposed everything Bravo said, Altair kept his mouth shut. He would wait until the man finished his speech until throwing his own sharpened opinion at the man.
Altair’s back straightened as he sat next to his mother, trying his best to make himself look bigger and more formal. This wasn’t a relaxed hang-out for the whole pack to attend… these were matters that had been blown way out of proportion that were being dealt with… in the worst way possible.
It was hard for Altair to pick a side that his father happened not to be on, but he was convinced that it would do more harm to the family if Mom were to step down from her rank. Besides, Altair wasn’t sure why exactly Dad was so against Mom having a generous friend.
The blue-eyed pup’s eyes narrowed the moment Bravo spoke of wanting his mother to step down from being Captain. He had to hold himself back from letting a growl rumble in his throat. How dare they doubt his mother’s authority.
This man spoke of his mother’s selfishness when, in turn, it made him seem like the selfish one. Was he accusing his mother of befriending the wrong guy just to assume her role? Bitterness toward the older male coursed through Altair’s veins, and he felt that this time around, if he chose to speak, it wouldn’t be as hard as usual - not when he knew exactly what to say and felt strongly about the subject being discussed… that, in this case, happened to be his mother.
Still, Altair wanted more information before letting his anger boil over. He wanted his dad to speak for himself, to be more clear. “Why does her friendship with another male bother you?” he asked, staring straight at his dad. Though he tried to contain his anger, his tone dripped with annoyance. This was absolutely ridiculous.
Mom should be allowed to befriend anyone she desires to befriend. If Altair didn’t approve of the friendships that Rota and Sif made, he wouldn’t ask them to give up something dear to them because of his emotions toward whomever they chose to befriend. This whole meeting was a joke, and Altair started to find it hard to believe that this wasn’t just some prank being pulled on the audience.
Bravo spoke of wanting to be of assistance to the pack and Altair nearly scoffed. His assistance was obviously not required. Besides, assistance was just that - it wasn’t supposed to be taken up on every time. Assistance meant suggestions. The captain could override those suggestions if she felt her choice was best.
Again, Altair felt the need to growl, but stopped himself. Bravo was threatening to leave if Mom didn’t step down. Good. Then Makoa could take his place.
Altair still waited, though. He waited for his dad to speak. No other words for or against the argument would come out of Altair’s mouth until all of his questions had been answered, and that was that. And so, the boy’s gaze remained fixed on his father, hoping he wasn’t about to repeat the same stupidities that had come out of the Tactician’s mouth.
Apr 06, 2017 04:34 PM — Post #14
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