Lorcan, of course, had been oblivious to what had gone on between Sven, Odin and Kip. So when he caught a sniff of the one-eyed male towards the southern borders of the pack territory, he thought nothing suspicious of it. Lorcan still regarded him as a member of the pack and his subordinate and could only presume that the younger male was out in the meadows in search of prey or perhaps Greer’s missing offspring.

Trailing after the dark wolf, for he had always enjoyed his company, Lorcan greeted @Odin with a small smile and a wag of his tail. Of course it didn’t take the male long to notice that something was off. Pale brows began to furrow even before Odin spoke. He tilted his head to one side in concern, his golden eyes narrowing as he noticed the yearling's smirk. “No..” He answered hesitantly. “What have I missed?” The question came with a despondent sag of his shoulders. If that smirk was anything to go by, there was undoubtedly trouble.

A single brow rose as Odin snickered, curious to know what was so amusing. Still new to the pack and the southern area, the agouti male had not yet figured out all the tangled Archer family connections nor the history that went along with them. Lorcan was still struggling to decide who to trust or who he stood with after the recent events.

Golden eyes widened in disbelief when @Odin told him that Sven had chased him and Kip out of the pack. The dark fur along his back bristled and his brows furrowed deeper as he lips pursed, about to ask what had happened, when the one-eyed yearling continued. His gaze narrowed. “Bojay and Sterling…Morganna’s pups?” He asked, to confirm his own presumptions as to why the dark woman should somehow be involved.

Russet ears folded back at Odin’s warning. If Sven had harmed Morganna’s children there would surely be trouble coming the pack’s way. “Fuck.” Lorcan snapped, white fangs flashing out from behind his charcoal lips as he glanced away for a moment. “First Greer and now your mother. Does the guy get a rush out of starting trouble?!” Since becoming leader, Lorcan had noticed that @Sven had been particularly short-tempered.

Lorcan was quickly growing uncomfortable. Pale paws shifted uneasily beneath him in the snow as he attempted to calm the sick feeling in his stomach. Golden eyes narrowed at the ground at Odin’s comment, as potential the consequences of Sven’s recent actions began to sink in. Sven had seemed so nice when he had first met him – but then, the male hadn’t held the position of male leader at that point.

“It’s not right that this should effect Ravenna or anyone in Willow Ridge.” He eyed Odin then with an apologetic frown. Lorcan understood that it had been wrong for Morganna’s newest offspring to step over the territorial borders, but what he couldn’t understand was how it had all escalated so quickly into Odin and Kip being chased out. From what @Ravenna had mentioned, and from his own observations, the pack had only recently grown in size and now, with winter arriving, Sven was starting to undo all the progress the pack had made in the past months. It put all the remaining members at risk, including himself.

Golden eyes glanced off to one side in thought as Odin continued to speak, his ears perking up suddenly at the yearling’s suggestion. Lorcan’s chest tightened anxiously. He had never been one to desire leadership. Earning the rank of second in the past had been a privilege, occurring as he naturally progressed through the pack, but to purposefully challenge for control over an entire pack – one which he had only recently joined – that was a big deal. Odin’s suggestion was not one that the agouti male would ever wish to consider lightly.

It seemed, though, that time was not on his side. If he were to sit around and contemplate for too long – or wait around for Nicolo to step up and deal with it – Morganna, and possibly @Greer, would have already come for them. Lorcan didn’t want to imagine the carnage that could occur if both packs set upon Willow Ridge. He feared for Ravenna, Adeltra and Romanov, even Leotie who he had come to appreciate as of late…

Lorcan gave a heavy, shaky sigh, causing a cloud of hot air to billow out in front of him as he rose his head. A serious look was shot to Odin, his bright golden eyes swimming with mixture of fear and determination. “If I do this, if I challenge Sven and win, do you think your mother would let this slide?”

Lorcan waited for an answer with nervous anticipation. Of course, it was a difficult question to answer for the one-eyed yearling. Who was to know what plots and schemes were raging through Morganna’s head at any given moment. Still, the agouti male liked to think that Odin possessed a deeper insight into the potential thoughts of his mother compared to him – and Lorcan trusted the younger male’s opinion. Lorcan had helped to bring up to the dark wolf at the monadnock after all, and he had never been given a reason to distrust him.

Odin’s answer wasn’t definite but it gave Lorcan, and the rest of the pack, some hope for a slightly more peaceful future. The agouti male swallowed nervously, a moment of silence passing between the two of them as the sick feeling in his stomach suddenly grew more violent as he realised what he was about to do. “Okay..” He said decisively. There was no turning back now. “Talk to your mother, promise me four days, and I’ll see what I can do.” He said quietly with a serious frown. “Deal?” Lorcan offered with a tilt of his chin.