IC: As names and titles flew freely, Mace committed them all to memory, along with the mental snapshot of each adolescent's face. These wolves would one day be his enemies or allies. With so many packs side by side, the Lore was more like a collection of keeps and lands than a mystic forest... And knowing who you were up against was as handy as knowing who stood by your side. Presently these wolves were nothing more than teens flaunting their births, but one day they would be capable, dangerous adult wolves.
He categorized them as they went: Titan was as noble in bearing as himself, and ambitious to boot. Malia and Yuka were his siblings, evidently, but both seemed meeker... Neither claimed their titles openly, suggesting to Mace that they weren't necessarily as interested in status as their older brother, or Mace himself. Of the four, the one he labeled most well raised was Asriel, who was the only one to catch on to Mace's deceptive wording. He was clearly being groomed for leadership, and had the wits to achieve it, Mace reckoned.
That made him the one to watch. Mace knew how all the games worked; keeping enemies close at hand was good, and Asriel had the potential to be a formidable wolf, enemy or ally. "First born prince of Darkwater Rapids," he said pointedly, his gaze weighing longest on the one who'd asked, "now Cut Rock River." He fell silent then, for a new form of tension bubbled between them: the scent of deer on the wind.
Mace knew better than to initiate a hunt. He was a terrible hunter. Titan, however, had other plans... Plans which the tawny boy with the dark mask, Yuka, instantly spoke against. Malia seemed less direct in her refusal, simply claiming not to be hungry enough to hunt, as if two half-grown wolves could take down a deer. Asriel seemed most worked up, however, and flaunted himself in a threatening manner toward Titan, which Mace silently agreed with, but verbally did not. "The swiftest win no matter which pack fancies itself most entitled to unclaimed land," he stated, but then directed his words to Titan. "I would suggest against hunting a deer. Acting a wolf grown does not make a wolf grown."
And, Mace knew, not even two wolves grown were guaranteed to outwit a deer if it was healthy. To Malia, he softly answered, "two sisters: Quil and Cinder." As for Rowan, well, nobody knew whether he was dead or alive... Perhaps he would return one day to enlighten them all.