Not only that, but others were appearing. The anger in Triell's dark features were as pronounced as his own, and Marsh felt a rush of vicious pleasure that he was not the only one utterly infuriated by their rival pack's antics. Ice's single bitter word - which Marsh recognised as the traitor's name - pleased him further, not least for the knowledge that Ice had snapped out of whatever peculiar daze he had been subject to. Fury burst from Triell lips, and though Marsh could not follow their meaning he drank their intent. The blood still boiled in his veins, and it was pleasing to see and hear another as incensed as he.
The situation swiftly spiralled beyond his capacity to easily follow it, though it did not matter. Marsh was not here to carefully discuss what needed to be done and how; as far as he was concerned, his job had been informing the pack of the danger. Cali could serve as mouthpiece if necessary, though nobody contested the damning evidence. Where it went from here, Marsh was not concerned; he trusted his leaders to react appropriately, whether that meant with aggression or more care. Though diplomacy was not his style, this was not his pack to lead. Marsh would go, and do, as he was bidden.
Ice spoke, then Corinna spoke, and then Indru made his appearance and he spoke as well, and Marsh was pleased by the hard edge to his voice. Yes, Swift River would react accordingly.
Still agitated, Marsh was at least sated by the knowledge that the pack was at full awareness - those who had not shown would doubtless be warned - and was able to finally begin calming down properly. Almost without thinking, he turned briefly to Ice and nudged the wolf in the cheek, a small gesture meant to comfort himself. It was out of his hands now.</blockquote>