Backdated to 6/8, moments after argument with Astraeus ends.
'You're a good man, Gent Lieris.'
Dusk was settling around them, the blue of the sky overtaken and darkened by mottled hues of salmon and deep purples as the embers of the setting sun died down. Winding through the forest's many thick legs, Raela close at his side, the man couldn't help but hear Minka's words play over and over in his head. He'd been accoladed with the word good before, but in the sense of being skilled at one thing or another. Never had the word reflected his character, and it was a missing aspect of himself that he'd never been given reason to ponder before stepping under the Lagina widow's umbrella. Now, especially, the praise repeated itself and gave him cause to wonder, did he really deserve it? Was he truly a good man?
They approached the alpha's den in little time, Minka tucked inside with all three of her young ones. Gent cleared his throat, and gazed up momentarily as the bloated clouds encroaching from the west which threatened rain. Doubt was running strongly through him, both of the decision he had just made to allow Astraeus Taranath to stay within Round Stone Crest's ranks and of his own viability as a good man. Were his choices truly good, was he truly serving the pack the best that he could? Or was Astraeus at all right to challenge and disrespect him, if not for any reasons that the would-be guardian conjured up but rather for those that would allow Aeus to transform into such a monster at all?
"Minka," he finally spoke out. "There's been a problem."