[[ ooc: hey if anyone wants a reference to vali and his markings, click on THIS LINK i'm just going to say that val came in right before white love's last post! ]]

the stupidity of some wolves astounds Valiant. Honestly, what kind of absurd idiot would attempt to tell him of so-called pack laws? Valiant's learned by instinct that being pushed over or having to expose your belly means that you are in trouble. It is a punishment, an a harsh one at that. Nothing is more degrading than being pinned... at least in Vali's book. The girl, White Love, had pissed him off so much it took nearly every ounce of Valiant's carefully crafted self control not to tear her throat out. The coal and gray male, however, had made a fairly good impression on the crimson-marked male. Vali likes the potential he sees in Calix. Unlike the rest of his family might be, Valiant realizes that not every lupine is immediately strong as they are. Some of them just take a little... perfecting.
valiant makes it a point to scope along the east side of the borders where he'd greeted Calix and White Love and see if there are anymore newcomers to usher them to the meeting which Seline has just called. Her feral cry is still tapering off into the distance when he swivels on his haunches and launches forwards into a soft wolf lope which carries him swiftly. Valiant's single crimson ear twists as he searches for stray sounds and his tail hangs loftily over his scarlet-marked back. It does not take long until Valiant comes to a brief fracture in the forest's trees which breaks into a small clearing. It will comfortably fit several wolves as it already demonstrates.
seline's blood-tinged smell is the most prominent and immediately after the large male comes through the greenery his pale, bright yellow eyes search into the shadows for her rugged bone and blood form. Vali pointedly ignores the others - making Seline his priority. He crosses the clearing in several long strides, wasting no time in tangling their bodies together, being careful not to hurt her any more than she already is, and rub his forehead and muzzle along her cheek and neck. 'seline, my love,' he growls roughly, in the distinct way that could be identified clearly as 'Valiant', 'you've made us... me proud. congratulations.' In some ways Valiant's behavior might be seen as wrong or inappropriate to outsiders, for many boys may caress their mates in the same way Vali does Seline. But such is not so with the pair; this is simply their way of showing their care for each other. It might be fueled by the fact that although they are full siblings, Valiant is older by one spring season so he has not completely 'imprinted' upon her. It is in his mind he knows she is related to him, and his instinct, but not his heart.
they are also decidedly similar in looks, although there is some difference. Seline's markings are far more dramatic and prominent, nearly overtaking her body with their bursting color and lack of true shape. Valiant's markings are same in color - dark red - but his have more of a shape to them, more edged in his fur. They have the same three scars upon their chest, same thick white fur, nearly the same build only matching their varying genders.
after a few moments of simply staying there, in his embrace with her, he puts some space between them, reclining back on his legs in a sit. Now is when his light eyes draw their way over the lingering crowd. There is a tawny, slim male with the common golden eyes of their kind. A large burgundy colored male with steel colored eyes and a frigidly furious air about him. White Love - when he sees her a slight snarl lifts his lips. An ivory female, older, who smells vaguely of White Love, possibly a relative? He smells another female... although she seems to be hiding. Hiding, why? Calix. Valiant offers a smile and a slight dip of the head to the familiar male. A larger, cold looking strawberry-brown sort of male. 'father? uncle? cade and quirino?' Murmurs Valiant, head cocked slightly to the side. 'i've not seen any of them for a while... although i know your silly children must be off doing some mischief.' An affectionate - strange - smile.
white love speaks, and Valiant's position goes from relaxed to tensed in a moment. The silly girl tells Seline to kill her, obviously not aware of Vali's sister's definite ability to do exactly that, before telling off her mother. Then she inches closer to the tawny male and... apologizes. A surge of anger, white hot, builds in his chest and Valiant, with predatory ease, rises to his paws and stalks towards her, head low in a hostile position and eyes angled directly towards her. 'oh, darling,' he says, in a dangerous, near purr, 'you tell us to kill you but obviously, you are not aware that we are completely able to do so. empty words lead to harsh consequences, my dear,' his mouth twists slightly. 'and you, you are an asinine bitch. you attempt to tell me, me of what is supposed law here, you insult my beloved sister, you insult me, and you expect a simple sorry, a petty excuse will take that taint off of your first impression?' A gorgeous smile. Valiant looks every bit the killer he is and the sadist he has been trained be. 'you piss me off one more time, little girl, and your throat will be in my jaws,' he continues. 'but of course, i shall save the heart for our lovely queen.'
to some it may be a sort of disrespect to speak as the alpha. But Valiant is older than Seline and therefore he reserves the right, by his pack's teachings, that he should have his own say in some things. 'let it be known that we are harsh wolves. if you think my words offensive then you are not fit to be here. passing the judgment of me, my sister, my father, my uncle, hell, even the prince and princess of these lands is hard. you will work just as much as we have to hone ourselves into the warriors we are now.' He pauses, then turns to smile gently at Seline, stepping back into the shadows and sitting as he had previously. His temper is soothed just a little bit.