At long last, after far too long he was back. Crowe began to groom himself silently, whatever it was that happened to his head from being lost and alone for so long had seemingly knocked something loose in his brain. For now he did not pace, he did not growl or snap. He did not wonder where Naira was frantically. Crowe began to wash himself as he waited, and when, or if Naira arrived, he would greet her and request entrance to pack lands. Something about never dropping that nightshade had changed Crowe, just a little. But enough to keep him from wanting to maim every single wolf he met. "Speech."
One call would have been sufficient, but the continued yowling at her borders did little to temper her patience. Sprawled outside the den with her daughters tugging at her ears and tail was a rare moment of peace for the tawny leader and she was tempted to simply ignore the call, until it continued on and on. A low growl to voice her displeasure was followed with a howl that carried a message somewhat along the lines of Shut the hell up! was issued forth before her eyes fell to @Sagacity apologetically as she hauled herself upwards. Her words would have been far less civilized if not for the presence of the children that scrambled about them. Beneath the surface she was seething. How could it have possibly taken so long to take a simple two day journey? A week she could have understood, but over a month?
It was hardly in anyone’s interest for her to meet this particular wolf alone in her current worked up state, and so she decided to busy herself seeking out her trusted advisor. She was thankful that he never seemed to be far, and today was no exception. Since their discussion the night before their move into the communal den, she had allowed her own guard to drop around @Mapplethorpe and even the sight of him, already on his way to the borders to greet the disturber of the peace was enough to calm a little of her anger.
She loped to his side with an affectionate nudge to his flank and a strained smile, her steps slightly more rigid than usual the closer they approached. When the white wolf finally came into sight, grooming himself casually her eyes narrowed. Short of snapping to ask the wolf what it was that he wanted, she instead noted just how close to the borders he had allowed himself to come and loosed a low growl of warning. Many things had changed in his absence, including the status of the wolf that now stood at her side and she would expect full acknowledgment of the fact before she would even consider approaching him with less than bared teeth and hackles raised.
Once the ivory brute had come into view after releasing a few more howls, the Advisor's tail shot up and his hackles rose, his dominance display completed only as his lips peeled back to reveal his teeth and Naira stepped to his side. At first he had considered a wordless approach, wanting his significant other to speak first but when she didn't, he took one step forward and stared the man down. His cadmium yellow eyes raked over Crowe's frame, going from the nightshade leaves in his mouth and the leathery nose at the end of his muzzle to the signs of travel that was evident on each of his stocky limbs and tail.
His Highness growled and as if to temporarily soothe her, Mapplethorpe turned to briefly touch the tip of his muzzle and nose to her hers before turning to the ashen man once more. "Crowe," the tone of his voice was deep, nearly gravelly in contrast to his usual lighthearted tenor and soft whispers. "Long time, no see..." Again, his eyes went to the sprigs of nightshade, noticing the state of its leaves and taking a wild guess that they had either been plucked just before he left the Lost Lake or just rather well-preserved in the cool mountain air. "I see you have been successful in your task," he carefully noted, his eyes returning to Crowe's yellow-ringed pupils. "That trip should have only lasted you two days, yet you were gone much longer." A frown began to mar his masked features and the edge in his voice became more apparent, the pronunciation of his words much sharper than they should have been, "What happened?"
"Poison Path gave me no trouble. There was a she wolf, by the name of Frost. Whom I was set on bringing back for you to pass judgement Naira. However she wandered away and in my attempt to find her, I lost my way." He grew silent for a few moments, to let it sink in. As he was sure Naira had expected some half growled lie. Secretly to himself, he was very sure to pay attention to her face. Would he see relief? Maybe shock? Crowe pushed away the thoughts to simply add, "I assure you both, It was not my intention to... desert... the Pass." The word was emphasized, for Crowe felt he had deserted them. In truth the great white male felt he had failed entirely.
His tail swayed slightly from one side to another as though it were trying to keep itself balanced while it held itself up and over the small of his back. The more he thought about this Frost the more it made his fur bristle. With his teeth clenched together, he marched even closer to the large brute. He squared his shoulders and straightened his posture, growling loudly as to petition Crowe to accept him as a superior... to bend at his off-white knees and elbows and allow the smaller man to grill him further on a more personal level. Mapplethorpe brought his white and auburn muzzle to the base of Crowe's ear, whispering harshly into it as he braced himself at the same time in case his proximity was unwelcome. "You want back in, then you will bow..." As if to make sure that the man's train of thought did not immediately shoot to Naira, he added with a subtle smile, "And you will not just bow to her either..."
He had convinced himself. The yellow eyes closed briefly as the scent of earth continued to fill his nose. If Mapplethorpe were to ever let him get up he was prepared to show a change. Not so much that he would be as happy go lucky as most most of these fools in this land for Crowe Shane knew the evils of the world and of all the darkest places in the soul. But maybe a little more... thoughtful before his big ass mouth opened and uttered statements that sounded insane and stupid. But now he began to crave power. Crowe wanted to be feared and respected, and running around spewing off nonsense to everyone would not be the way to do so. He still may not be all there in the head, but that did not mean he could not be trusted to some extent, truthfully he wouldn't kill someone that didn't deserve it. Frost taught him that simply because no matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to just kill her.
She watched on with silent resolve, her face a blank canvas as she weighed up their options. His excuses meant little to her, his presence, while grating showed that he was loyal to them, and yet his own distraction had led to this mess. Whether or not this Frost was real or imagined, she doubted he would be able to find what she sought in members of her pack. She was grateful for the calming presence of her advisor, who’s absence would have more than likely left blood staining her borders once again.
As Mapplethorpe moved forward to assert himself, her ears shot forward, eyes searching for the slightest hint of defiance, her own hackles bristling just as ready to run the white wolf off as she was to accept him back into their ranks. But the initial defiance that was shown to her was absent as the white man quickly folded in front of her chosen partner. A little of her hostility ebbed away as her Advisor was acknowledged and the white wolf stayed down.
Finally moving forward to stand by her Advisor, her head lowered and her muzzle crinkled in warning, exposing white teeth dangerously close to the face of the wolf on the ground. “You will prove yourself. Again and again. Until you are deemed worthy. You. Failed. Me. Crowe.” she all but spat the words at him. Although he returned with the leaves she had requested he had not done so in a timely manner. It was just fortunate that they weren’t something that was required to save a life. “Don’t let it happen again.” she warned quietly before moving back several steps, her golden eyes still burning holes into the white wolf’s pelt, but handing control back over to Mapplethorpe. She had, after all, said her piece now.
The white giant had failed. To this, the Advisor scowled, his yellow-gold eyes falling upon the remains of the bits of nightshade Crowe had obtained. As Naira moved away, still glaring, Mapplethorpe seized his chance to do what he had been aching to do since ascending to become his Queen's equal. While the ashen man remained crouched low to the ground, Mapplethorpe confidently stepped over him, placing one moderately sized paw on either side of Crowe's head. In one swift move, he lowered his head he took Crowe's muzzle between his teeth. Once he had applied a decent amount of pressure, just enough to make it seem like the feel the tips of his teeth were going to pierce through the bridge of the subordinate's nose, Mapplethorpe withdrew from him. With his tail well above his back and glancing to Naira one more time, he touched his nose to her chin, glaring also. Turning back to the re-initiated Lowest of the Pass, he stepped away from his liege before pausing, scowling at the pile of white fur. "Get up," he commanded with a harsh bark. "I will show you where you will be staying. You will not be allowed in the communal den unless she allows it."
Mapplethorpe's teeth pressed into Crowe's muzzle and his eyes locked forward onto the jaws. Still he kept silence. In his head it was a show of strength not to buckle under the feeling of teeth piercing the skin on his muzzle. "If I may." He said as he raised his body. "You no longer have to wonder of my allegiance, I have been betrayed by one I thought well enough for you both, with all the fire of Naira herself. I trust no one from this point that does not carry your scents." Crowe's head stayed low as he finished. "I have failed you both. But I thank you for keeping me." A spark of his old stately diplomatic ways began to emerge. He may not be able to keep his insanity, but he could still be the fierce and cold hearted prince that he had once been. He may yet be once more stone cold, and stately, almost elegant for his size. His breeding could return him to cold strength and iron will. But his sanity had to hold first.
Naira watched on, the skepticism barely veiled in her golden eyes. A non-committal “Hmm.” was her only response to Crowe’s declaration before she turned her attentions back towards the borders that protected her children. Children that she needed to return to in order to keep them fed and safe. Without a glance backwards she headed into the heart of her home and back to the den where her family waited. Only time would tell if Crowe would be able to keep his word, but she would be watching him closely until then.
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