How Elettra's words stung and burned! She called him out, calling him weak in front of the whole pack, and to that he openly scowled at her. All the perfectly assembled insults and even his armory of cheap shots were held captive on his tongue. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" she continued in her rage, "How could you do this to me, to your pack, to Piety? You risk your new brothers lives, your first litters lives, by the competition for food Winter will bring. How could you be so selfish?" Anyone could have called Sköll anything and he wouldn't have minded, coming from his mother, whom he allowed to get away with anything, one would think that even she would have been dismissed from his own brand of ire. To label the young Archer selfish, however, was something no one, in his book, was allowed to do. It wounded him.
"I am NOT selfish!" he shot back, standing at full height now but not moving from where he stood. "YOU are selfish, Mother! So self-seeking. You should--" He was immediately cut off as she recovered herself and to her instruction that he and Piety would fend for themselves, he snorted in compliance, even as his demotion figuratively knocked the silver crown from atop his black-furred head. Being Lowest, taking the fall for both his significant other and their unborn children, was something he could take. If anything, it was better than being exiled and thrown out for the crows.
Upon being dismissed, Sköll stared hard at Morganna, Angier, and Elettra, even Greer who sat like a shadow by his parents. Then, as was characteristic of him, he attempted to make certain that he had the last word in the matter, "As you wish, Your Grace..." He even went so far as to give the matriarch a curt nod of his head before nudging Piety in the shoulder with his nose. Get up, his touch conveyed with so much as a restrained grumble. We're done here.
As was gentleman-like, he waited for his beloved to get up, then after making sure she was all right to walk, he escorted her away from the little meeting. Whatever else Elettra had to say, apparently had little else to do with Sköll and his little family and he was glad to leave it at that. Once he had walked with her out of earshot of the pack, he dared to let out a little sigh then slowed his steps just enough so that he could tenderly place a small 'kiss' upon her muzzle and bump his nose to hers in a silent apology. He could have done so much better. He could have shone them all, without much effort, that Piety was just as queenly as Morganna or Elettra... that she was very much his equal in title. But, now, as it stood, the least he had done was make it so that she was a higher in rank than him.
"We're going to be okay," he said once he had brought Piety back to the thicket where he had tried to hide her time and time again. "They've made a mistake, they'll see. They'll pay for it all soon enough."
For a short while he stood at the entrance to the leafy hideaway, wondering if he ought to spend the rest of the afternoon with her, resting with his ear to her belly while he slept. He moved to step inside but froze and took a step backward. "I'll see you tonight," he said stiffly. One more gentle kiss to her temple and he excused himself, heading to the west with an unsteady gait. His ears flattened and he did not dare to look back. As her mate, he would come for her at nightfall as if nothing had happened; he would hunt, scavenge and visit with her for as long as she pleased; but, as the Lowest of Willow Ridge, he had no business meddling in the affairs of someone who was superior to him in rank. In his eyes, he had already failed.
He stumbled back under the canopy of his willow and into the small sinkhole of a den that served as his resting place. Curling up between the roots, he covered his nose with the tip of his tail, grimacing to himself and helpless to the onslaught of thoughts that kept slumber at bay. Sköll Archer was a disappointment of a prince.
(Skoll exit.)