As soon as he was finished with Reyes, the alpha sought out Icicle, going back to the pond and tracing his scent, tinged with the stench of blood. His anger had dwindled some, though he was still furious at having to waste so much energy on this spat; Hopefully this will be the only time! He'd make sure every wolf in the pack heard of this, to serve as a warning of exactly how not to go about things. The pale lad had sought the cover of the trees, whether to hide from himself or others, it didn't stop Drestig from tracking him down, finding the bony figure bundled up in the shade of the pines. The leader paused for a moment, looking down at the awkward form with a softness in his ember gaze. Then he steeled himself, raising his tail and barking: "Get up!" Icicle might have been on the righteous side of this altercation, but he wasn't without fault, and he certainly could have handled the whole thing a lot better.

Once he had the boy's attention, the leader would meet his eyes, staring him down for a few moments before shaking his head, sitting back against the snowy ground with a low growl. He turned his gaze to the surrounding forest, scowling at the trees as he spoke: "So, explain to me how you ended up with a pack mates blood on your teeth when you both should have been out on patrol?" There was no kindness in his voice, every word crisp and icy. He'd heard one side of the story, it was only fair he got the other; Tell me you have a reason!

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