A few weeks had passed since Rayne’s death, and the pups were quick to learn how to walk. Mori had tended to them how he could, but there was only so much he could do as a single father. He had help from Eyre, however, who stayed after Pontchartrain’s banishment. Perhaps a dumb decision on her part, but she felt of value when tasked to babysit from time to time. His ears had perked at a howl that broke the rowdiness of his two sons – Balerion, calling from the Ice Caps for a dragon war party. The emerald dracarae boy was curious about this rash decision of his brother’s. What was going through the firey male’s mind? He did what he thought best by dropping Baladan and Nikolai off with Eyre, before taking to the sky with his emerald wings and towards his brother. His eyes peered down at his and Lahmer’s den, catching Lahmer gathering their children on his way. He would ask Bal later what had happened. For now, Mori had to support his brother, regardless of whether he had children. He'd be back to gather them. A semi wicked smile crossed his face as he approached the Ice Caps, noting the several wolves that had already arrived. He noted that Dreamfyre was also there, his sister. But his violet eyes widened at Radke, Rayne’s son with Beartooth. Surely, he heard of his mother’s death, but Mori noticed his stature was now painted with a view of space, stars, and all. It was good development for him. Mori brought himself to a soft landing, emerald wings tucking in behind him as he sat gently next to his icy looking sister, giving a nod to both her and his brother, Balerion, as a short greeting. Did not want to say much to potentially have Bal cause this part of the Ice Caps to melt and steam. A few others had arrived shortly after himself, including Estelle, another one of his sisters, and once it seemed wolves were settled, Bal began to speak. The first part of his speech was introducing himself, bolstering his ego and claiming he would have led Tarben to victory if Beartooth hadn’t handed up one of his children so easily. Mori frankly did not process much of this part, but kept his violet eyes and ears positioned as if he was. Once finished with the first part of his speech, Mori began to pay attention. ”Brothers, sisters, daughters and sons, friends and allies. We will have a new home where we fit in. We will take Drekistone, our birthright. We will strike down whatever halfwitted royal sits their asses on the throne and whoever dares to follow them. For they were stupid enough to steal what isn’t theirs. There will be no deals, there will be no surrenders or mercy." As the black dread spoke, Mori began to smile wickedly himself – he was in, no question. His brother’s methods were just up his own alley…Mori wanted to see the death. Reveled in the idea. Again, because of being lost in thought, Mori had missed out on Bal’s conversation with the little lass, in addition to the words a faerydae lass spoke to her father. But when the king addressed everyone again, the emerald winged male was brought back to attention. ”We will train for three weeks, and strike on the last day’s dusk.” Mori nodded, attempting to make eye contact with Balerion. Upon their successful claiming of Drekistone, Mori would get his boys. Actions & Words.
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