the devil is & always willHe could tell that she was angry, but as of yet it had not sunk in that her ire was directed at him. She said Greer's pack lived in the heights, and his blood pressure spiked once more. That was far enough that his entire pack shouldn't have been lurking so close to the Ridge. This gave way to utter confusion, however, as Ravenna went on that she hadn't known about Attica's return. Why hadn't she come home to at least inform her family that she was back, that she was alright? He remembered the words she'd screamed at him. What exactly were her memories, clearly so different from his own? And why hadn't she simply talked to him about it first, before running off? Had he not, through all he had done for her, made himself trustworthy to her or at least, worth a single conversation before condemnation? Puzzlement morphed into seething, which flared as Ravenna's words then turned upon him.
Sven very much did not view himself as the one having started the argument with Attica. She had come from nowhere, snarling and baring her teeth at him before throwing insults and accusations because he had pointed out a mistake made by family that had never been there for her prior to whenever she'd up and decided to join his pack. He was very much bitter about it all, having cherished their relationship more than any other in his life. It proved all the more that while he could keep trying in life, he should expect that all things would sour.
The man's ears swept back and his eyes narrowed as Ravenna went on. He could feel his hackles bristling with his anger, but at the least that was about all his body did. Otherwise, his legs were locked and his tail was held stiffly down below the height of his spine. He wanted to argue with her, but wouldn't interrupt, and that was what allowed him to experience something utterly new in his life. Despite being unhappy with him, Ravenna put in the effort to explain that she understood his side of it. Sven was not just a bratty child that needed to be swatted and chased away. While Ravenna had corrections for what he had done, at least she got him.
He exhaled deeply through his flared nostrils, taking a moment to collect his words before replying. By now they had an audience, Leotie having followed him and Roman seemingly concerned about the tension between his cousins. Their presence had little effect on what came out of his mouth.
"I would have, if the woman hadn't come into it with her nose in the air barking orders. I don't care that we're small, we're still a pack and if anyone should respect us it's supposed to be our family. Greer made it clear after you'd taken off. Said the Willows died with Nonna, that we're nothing. That didn't come about because I snarled at one of his subordinates. Him and his pack, they think we're just going to disappear anyways, have thought that way. We don't matter to them, so why should I repeatedly roll over and let every rogue Archer do as they please?"
He hoped she would understand this, too. Wasn't she sick of the abandonment, the disrespect, the lack of contact or communication until it was to use them? No one had come home when they'd heard the news that Nonna had passed, no one had come to grieve with their family or pay their respects at her grave; not while he had been there. Yet they would run their mouths, use her name, piss on what she had built rather than help to keep it strong. It put the fire back into his veins.
"You might think I hate them, but I don't. As angry as I get, I don't wish bad things upon them," not anymore, except maybe for Niles, "but I can't take their shit anymore, either. Not if this pack is going to survive, going to continue to have a name for itself. It's why I don't want Morganna rejoining our ranks, now that she's back after her sojourn north blew up in her face. They think we're only here to use. They don't love us, Ravenna. Only themselves."
be a gentleman.