The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
He had taken a turn into the new land provided to those who called Moladion home, a tundra frozen now in the grip of winter. It was his least favorite jaunt to date. Moladion had indeed sported no end to heinous acts, no end to evil as perceived by general consensus… but besides being bitterly chilled by the environment he found inhospitable, he had found the remnants of his student’s crime.
Now, he was not usually one to judge, but that is for strangers and that is for those who do not bear the noble tongue of the royal class of his land. He bristles with frustration and disappointment, how long ago this death had been and how long had she thought he would remain unawares. Coupled with a recent rumor of a wolf fitting her and her newest companions description threatening a youth -- well, he was ready to make his feelings more than clear.
Responsibility. Today that would be her lesson from him. So help him, responsibility and ownership of one’s actions would be drilled home before she disgraced him as both student and wolf.
At the very least, she could explain herself and try to reason with him over what could have inspired such things - he was ready to learn as much as he was ready to teach anyday - but he rather doubted there were excuses for these recent acts of violence. He knew that she had ambition but no ambition could cover or rescue her actions just standing as they were.
He arrives in their usual meeting place and throws back his head for a powerful and reaching howl, bellowing a call for her that bordered on a summons. He waits, almighty and glowing in his anger like the god he was named to be. The impression of him in that clearing is every bit anger, frustration, disappointment, and demand as there had been in his howl and when she comes to him - he is simmering in silence so thick that she would have had to have known what he was all about with this meeting.
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