It was clear her reply upset him, and she had to wonder how capable of leading he would prove to be when words as simple as those could rile him; when all she'd done was answer his question truthfully. Had he really expected her to just roll over and accept his proposal, to change everything about her own beliefs and methods with a click of his teeth? She'd known that it had been a gamble to take him in despite his past, that he could just repeat the crime the following Spring and she would need to run him out as Lachesis had, but this hadn't been foreseen.
Yes, differences between wolves were important; she would have agreed with him if he hadn't kept going, targeting her with assumptions and accusations. The
nice guy mask was coming off, and Nineva was swiftly shown who Aytigin was when he didn't get what he wanted.
"No, I would not lead with a wolf who so clearly distrusts me," she spoke with steel on her tongue, and the icy calm that she was so well known for.
"I would not accept a situation that I have only ever seen fail, horrifically; I would rather be a subordinate than take part. As such, if you had taken leadership from me, and the pack had supported the change, I would not be so petty as to attack you regardless. Whether or not I left would depend on how you the led pack from there."
If Aytigin surprised her, in this hypothetical, and led well, Nineva would have no reason to be discontented. If he burned the pack to the ground with shit choices, however, or actively asked her to act against her own morals, it was pretty damn reasonable that she would not stick around.
"If they don't want you? If they refuse to acknowledge you? I'll rail against you every day until you respect the pack's decision."
To insist otherwise would make him something of a dictator, the opposite of what he seemed to be proposing. That seemed to be how the world rolled, however; whatever a wolf accused others to be, was likely what he was desperate to hide in himself.
"I didn't ignore you, either, Aytigin. In fact, I've been pretty damn generous with you. Yes, they are our neighbors, but we're plenty far enough from them. Their tantrums don't change that reality. Not to mention, I asked you, along with everyone else, if this was where you wanted to make a home. You all claimed it was. A little drama later, everyone is scrambling to say otherwise instead of holding fast as a pack."
Anyways, it wasn't as though he had wanted them to stay
days away because he
knew they would be so aggressive as to attack another pack on their own territory without a word said prior. He'd asked, as he had stated, because they didn't
like him and likely, he was pretty bitter over getting ousted as he had. When the whole pack wanted to claim that land, his
personal problems could not have been expected to dictate them all. It wasn't like Nineva had sent him on scouting missions out to them or purposefully put him in their path.
To say she was disappointed in how things were turning out was a grave understatement. The Surge had only once made an issue of themselves; all of this, all these cracks and rotting beams in the house they'd built together, was not the Surge's fault. They were doing this to themselves, panicking and acting out and grappling to come out on top instead of looking out for one another and
trusting in one another.
"You think I'd let us die for a patch of land?" she'd already made it clear to the pack that if the Surge came at them with their allies, the Keep would
not stand their ground for this was not worth facing down certain death for; but of course, he had not been
present for that meeting.
"You expect to lead well when you allow blind assumptions to drive you to such drastic actions?"