I barely spared her a glance when she left, my eyes diverted between father and Underidge. I don't like being in the middle, but at the same time seeing what had been done to Under was something that did not set right with me, not in any way shape or form. Punishment was one thing, but this? I'd never seen a form of punishment like this, nor did I ever wish too see this again in my life. I tore my gaze away from father, looking at Under and taking in all of his injuries, my heart aching, this bond that had us glued made this kind of thing hard to see. I didn't know him well, hell, I barely knew him, but at the same time, my soul acted as if I'd known him since I was a whelp. It was strange, this feeling of I want to say, Trust, that seemed to stem from nowhere where he was involved.

I looked back to father when he spoke. Of a rank Underidge had been trusted with and he had done something dishonorably. It made me yearn to ask Underidge what he had done so bad that it had garnished this kind of a punishment, and why he was so readily willing to take it. I looked away for a moment, unable to meet my father's eyes, because I knew I was putting my own foot in where it didn't belong. This was pack business, and I was a guest, not pack.

The realization of that sunk in a little more and I lowered my head, defeat etching my features, before schooling them into a blank nothing, forcing myself to push any emotions out of my expression as I looked at father. "I would never wish to punish you. I came here to understand you and get to know you, past aside. But this? This is not something I would have expected of you, not that I know you well enough to expect anything. I know I have no business here, this is pack, I am not. But he's my fated, thus, I can't stand idly by and witness this." I look at the ground, pausing to gain control over my voice as it had started to waver there at the end. "I will acknowledge that you are doing what you must, but that does not mean I agree, or wish to be apart of this." I cast a look to Underidge, hoping that he'll understand I can't bear this much longer. I look back to Eden then, wondering what I'm supposed to do now, because I am his child, but I'm the fated of this man as well, torn between two who hold the strings in my life, I sit, dropping my gaze to the earth, weighed with worry.