Ymiden 25th
"He deserves to know," Squeak said with a huff of disapproval. The runt might have struggled to even look up at the tallest members of the pack, yet his innocence and naivety was beginning to put him at odds with more senior packmates - speaking as a voice of noble reason, but often falling short of appreciated value.
Cold turned his head and fixed the smaller wolf with a reproachful gaze. "Whether he knows or not, makes no difference to what he'll need to do," the Beta replied, referring to Tylar - Nir'wei's second-in-command of the Council Office. "He'll handle himself."
"Besides, he knows how to ask for help," Myrth added, in a more soothing tone than the sharp cut of the pale wolf she sat beside, "and he's surrounded by friends and allies."
They'd picked this spot specifically because it held enough room for all of them at once, and enough privacy to confirm that they would not be disturbed by whatever came next. If anything happened at all. The Office of Natural Affairs had been cleared of its receptionist, its members, and even its clutter for once. The front desk pushed against a far wall and a large gap in the middle of the room swept clean of books, papers and other miscellaneous small furniture to make space for Nir'wei to sit cross-legged, surrounded by all seven of his wolves. Vabina guarded the door, sitting just outside with her head in her paws. Traveller guarded the entrance to the building itself, piercing yellow eyes watching anyone that cared to walk near. Anyone still able to sneak past all of them and peer inside might have thought they were undergoing a ritual, with each wolf sitting equidistant from each-other and Nir'wei in a small circle and facing inwards.
"Is that the same reason you're not telling Kura, either?" Squeak was clearly looking for a reaction, but Kin took the bait and snorted softly.
Castile nudged him with a soft rebuke, but that only spurred the quiet one into more direct, if hushed action. "You think Kura won't find out?" Kin's laughter was soft but genuine. "There's a time and a place, and both will come." Perhaps it would be better if Kura learned from Karem directly, whenever they next spoke. He didn't know how to speak about things like this, he often spoke without thinking and had no time for lies, small and white or otherwise. It was why he'd always wondered if he'd ever make a good politician - and why he always compensated for it with his actions instead, and let his hands do the talking. Now, like all the other times that had come before, he'd work with what he knew first and let everything else sort itself out later.
"And Faith?"
The entire room seemed to turn towards the runt, and he shrunk back at the sharp gaze levelled by six sets of predatory eyes, but Greyhide alone answered with a voice that carried more than even his own weight alone. "Yes. When we have the answers we need." None of them would distract her until the time was ready. She had a tendency to move much, much faster than he could keep up these days. He intended to involve her only when he knew everything he could do to ready himself was already finished. When the bowstring was drawn and the arrow nocked.
"That's enough," Nir'wei said, and at once they all grew silent. The exercise was an unnecessary one, in truth - he already knew the thoughts and opinions of each wolf, and they too knew the rationale of every other within the circle as well as those wolves knew it themselves, yet speaking together like this helped remind them all that they were still themselves at heart. As real and whole as ever, only more so since the join. Plus, their questions and doubts reflected those of his own head, and hearing them spoken out and scrutinised helped cement his mindset all the more. "Greyhide, if you could?" The largest wolf of his pack towered over Nir'wei, his ears brushing against the ceiling when he sat on his haunches and loomed, rivalled only by Sovar.
"It's time. Call for Karem, and tell her I'd like to speak with her, and Raskalarn, about the day Valtharn took over." He rose from his seat on the floor and each wolf rose with him in turn, one after another. "We'd like answers about what happened. Details on Valtharn, what they know about her and where she might go. The Immortals they took, what else is known about the Ascension Throne," he said with a finger running around the black stone ring he now wore constantly around his left hand's fourth finger, "and... add that we have something important. A secret weapon, I think." His left hand dipped into his pocket, where it still sat, hot to his familiar touch. The Key to the Eternal Flame. Crafted and granted by Qylios with the purpose of assassinating Faldrun.
Greyhide's head tipped back until his nose brushed the ceiling, and he howled a long, low note that rattled the windows in their panes.
"He deserves to know," Squeak said with a huff of disapproval. The runt might have struggled to even look up at the tallest members of the pack, yet his innocence and naivety was beginning to put him at odds with more senior packmates - speaking as a voice of noble reason, but often falling short of appreciated value.
Cold turned his head and fixed the smaller wolf with a reproachful gaze. "Whether he knows or not, makes no difference to what he'll need to do," the Beta replied, referring to Tylar - Nir'wei's second-in-command of the Council Office. "He'll handle himself."
"Besides, he knows how to ask for help," Myrth added, in a more soothing tone than the sharp cut of the pale wolf she sat beside, "and he's surrounded by friends and allies."
They'd picked this spot specifically because it held enough room for all of them at once, and enough privacy to confirm that they would not be disturbed by whatever came next. If anything happened at all. The Office of Natural Affairs had been cleared of its receptionist, its members, and even its clutter for once. The front desk pushed against a far wall and a large gap in the middle of the room swept clean of books, papers and other miscellaneous small furniture to make space for Nir'wei to sit cross-legged, surrounded by all seven of his wolves. Vabina guarded the door, sitting just outside with her head in her paws. Traveller guarded the entrance to the building itself, piercing yellow eyes watching anyone that cared to walk near. Anyone still able to sneak past all of them and peer inside might have thought they were undergoing a ritual, with each wolf sitting equidistant from each-other and Nir'wei in a small circle and facing inwards.
"Is that the same reason you're not telling Kura, either?" Squeak was clearly looking for a reaction, but Kin took the bait and snorted softly.
Castile nudged him with a soft rebuke, but that only spurred the quiet one into more direct, if hushed action. "You think Kura won't find out?" Kin's laughter was soft but genuine. "There's a time and a place, and both will come." Perhaps it would be better if Kura learned from Karem directly, whenever they next spoke. He didn't know how to speak about things like this, he often spoke without thinking and had no time for lies, small and white or otherwise. It was why he'd always wondered if he'd ever make a good politician - and why he always compensated for it with his actions instead, and let his hands do the talking. Now, like all the other times that had come before, he'd work with what he knew first and let everything else sort itself out later.
"And Faith?"
The entire room seemed to turn towards the runt, and he shrunk back at the sharp gaze levelled by six sets of predatory eyes, but Greyhide alone answered with a voice that carried more than even his own weight alone. "Yes. When we have the answers we need." None of them would distract her until the time was ready. She had a tendency to move much, much faster than he could keep up these days. He intended to involve her only when he knew everything he could do to ready himself was already finished. When the bowstring was drawn and the arrow nocked.
"That's enough," Nir'wei said, and at once they all grew silent. The exercise was an unnecessary one, in truth - he already knew the thoughts and opinions of each wolf, and they too knew the rationale of every other within the circle as well as those wolves knew it themselves, yet speaking together like this helped remind them all that they were still themselves at heart. As real and whole as ever, only more so since the join. Plus, their questions and doubts reflected those of his own head, and hearing them spoken out and scrutinised helped cement his mindset all the more. "Greyhide, if you could?" The largest wolf of his pack towered over Nir'wei, his ears brushing against the ceiling when he sat on his haunches and loomed, rivalled only by Sovar.
"It's time. Call for Karem, and tell her I'd like to speak with her, and Raskalarn, about the day Valtharn took over." He rose from his seat on the floor and each wolf rose with him in turn, one after another. "We'd like answers about what happened. Details on Valtharn, what they know about her and where she might go. The Immortals they took, what else is known about the Ascension Throne," he said with a finger running around the black stone ring he now wore constantly around his left hand's fourth finger, "and... add that we have something important. A secret weapon, I think." His left hand dipped into his pocket, where it still sat, hot to his familiar touch. The Key to the Eternal Flame. Crafted and granted by Qylios with the purpose of assassinating Faldrun.
Greyhide's head tipped back until his nose brushed the ceiling, and he howled a long, low note that rattled the windows in their panes.