Clearly, Raela's words hadn't been entirely successful in calming either of the two brothers, but it was only to be accepted. They were just children, after all, greedy and clingy with their emotions and unattentive to the logic that guided the adults' world. Draven would be sure to hold a grudge about the dismissive insult for a time longer than just this moment, and Kino likewise would probably feed the little green monster within his head just a few more morsels to keep it alive. Yet still, Gent saw no harm in this. Draven was merely taking pride in his accomplishments, and Kino's resentment would only drive the child to succeed and grow himself. Sibling rivalry was healthy to an extent, and if Gent were to be honest with himself, he would acknowledge that he
truly didn't know where the boundary line lie. Rivalry, though the end goal had been a little bit skewed for each of them, had been what drove he and his siblings through their youngest years. It didn't matter the blood that had been shed between them all, as the whelps he reared with Minka were still far away from the childhood he had lived. The adoptive father wouldn't be able to see the crossover from idealized competition to harboring resentment until it was too late.
Ears pressed forward and pale eyes lighting with renewed interest, Gent focused solely upon Draven as the child turned to him, intent that everyone else listen to and be impressed with his story. He even reclined, rooting himself to the occasion. In the middle of his prideful descriptions, Kova hit the scene, enough to take the king's attention away once again. He threw a smile the heir's way and winked, before once more transferring his focus upon the proud hunter. It occurred to him that perhaps the child would take after his mother and become a fine hunter for the pack, and he thought to voice this idea to Draven. Yet before the words could build within his throat, Kino suddenly interjected with a sharp 'Hey!,' and the king's pale eyes locked onto his indignant young face.
His muscles tense, the boy's
tone being the first thing to register with the man. For the first time, his instincts implored him to step in and correct the child, not for upsetting his brother but for disrespecting Raela. Yet as his words continued to flow with such confidence and icey self-righteousness, the affront was swiftly smoothed over by a trickle of
pride. His jabs might have been childish, and his jealousy unnecessary, but the child had stood up for himself and stuck to his guns all the same.
I wouldn't say something I didn't mean, he had claimed, and Gent found this statement to be not just bold but more acceptable than a heartless apology.
"Alright," Gent spoke up at last, hoisting himself back up onto his feet.
"You know who would really love to see your kill, Draven?" he asked the boy, lowering his head so as to see eye to eye with the lad.
"Your mother.With that, he regained his posture and turned his face toward Raela and Calanthe, asking them both
"Could you take Draven to find @Minka?" In truth, it was just as much a command as a request, though the patriarch wasn't expecting resistance. He licked Draven's crown once in goodbye before congratulating him with,
"Excellent job sneaking, son."He stepped forward then to Kino's side, lowering his head to touch the boy's bristled nape with the end of his snout, a low growl of affection seeping from his jaws. They would talk about this, but Gent wanted it very much to be between the two of them, with no one else to interfere nor distract the boy from what he wanted to teach him.
"Let's go for a patrol, Kino."