Ivan was dragging not one, but two dead bodies through the mud, through the Blutwald character, his destination being the main den where he knew his father was staying at these days. Ivan's jaws were clamped shut around the neck scruffs of the two dead wolves, and he had little to no wounds, maybe a few small cuts here and there, but nothing serious and nothing big enough to be noticed through his dark fur.
Seeing him from the right side would make the brute look awfully relaxed or tired, while if seeing him from the left, he would be looking just as menacing and terrifying as ever before. Though his body posture did seem a bit more relaxed than usual, a bit casual.
Most other wolves, of course, was out doing their jobs, still due to the sheer fear of being punished for not doing so and as Ivan neared the main den and his gaze fell on the old alpha in front of him, he slowed his pace, and then stopped just before the entrance, and dropped the two bodies. "Father."
He started out, as he then awaited the reaction from the alpha. Ivan held his head down, at the same level as his shoulders, and having his tail hanging behind him.
It felt like Roman had been in the den for months- but really it was only a few weeks. He had really only emerged when the herbs Winema had brought him were in effect, but they wore off quite fast and it seemed as though, as he kept sending her out to gather more, that they were picking Blutwald clean of all the specific medicinal herbs he was using. But he didn't care. If he had to, he'd send her out of the territory- even inside someone else's
to get what he wanted.
But until then, he chose the silence and solitude of the main den. Hardly anyone else slept in there anymore; maybe a couple every now and then, but usually he was the only one. Today, his eyes were on the entrance, watching the lightening in the distance as another storm was on its way. Though it was dry now, the ground had not yet dried from the previous rains. Even with the help from the grapes, Roman's eyesight was increasingly worsening each time the effects wore off. He blinked, trying to clear his blurred vision, but it was no use. When he opened his eyes again, a figure stood in the entrance way. It was his son, Ivan. The smell of blood immediately hit Roman's nostrils and he knew that he had brought him a body- or bodies. "Yes?"
Roman barked. For some reason he was speaking louder, though to him, it sounded normal.
Ivan's ear went back a bit at the loud tone his father was using, but he did not point it out, after all, he had started to realize his dad was growing old, and that it was probably that
that made him act as he did.
He raised his head a slight bit, however, never taller than Roman's. "I caught these two."
He said before he nodded against the two dead bodies, before pushing them a little more inside the den, as to let Roman have a closer look. "They were loners. They'd found themselves too comfortable in a den much too close to the packs border, I felt it necessary to deal with the situation immediately, and I didn't want to risk having them flee, so I took action before going to consult with you first. For that I apologize, but also hope you understand that this, is two less threats to Blutwald."
He explained, before he sat down.
Once again awaiting the reaction of the Alpha.
Roman wasn't surprised at Ivan anymore. He was always trying to win his affection, but usually chose to do so in a way that included breaking the rules- which was something that Roman hated. He merely huffed once his sons spiel was over."Very well."
Roman said with a glare. He didn't feel like yelling today, he was too tired and in too much pain for that nonsense. He figured ignoring the brute would do the trick at pissing him off or making him feel unhappy.
Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly at the reaction he got, that of course, wasn't the reacting he had hoped for, however, he had no time to think too much about that, or let it get to him right at this moment. That'd have to wait."There's also something else."
He started out, staying where he was, keeping his gaze upon the old Alpha. "That.. I don't know, his name is Stallion right?"
Ivan started out, not being sure if he had gotten it correctly, through the information he had been able to obtain by watching, spying and maybe even threatening some pack members in a lightly manner. After all, each and every one could've lied. "There's something about him. Something..bad. He's not like the rest of the wolves in your pack, father."
He said as he licked his teeth. "And I don't think anyone should trust him."
The brute now, once again, awaited his father’s reaction. After all, what Ivan was implying, was pretty serious. It was probably one of the first and most serious accusations that Ivan had ever raised, in front of anyone.
Roman was sure that that was the end of it, but there was more? He almost groaned. Sure, Ivan was an awesome fighter, but he had no real judgment about things. He attacked first and asked questions later- and to Roman, that was stupidity. So most of whatever came out of Ivan's mouth was complete idiocy to Roman. As the old alpha listened however, he took on a more serious train of mind. Was Ivan implying that Stallion...was betraying
them? No, that wasn't possible.
Slowly, Roman got to his feet. It was an effort, but he managed. He couldn't believe that Ivan had said that and this definitely was a serious matter. "You are right."
He said, starting slow. "This is quite serious."
Roman stepped toward Ivan, now only the bodies of the two dead loners separating them. "It is quite serious that you've been spying on my most trusted guard."
Suddenly, his voice twisted, becoming menacing. "How dare you accuse him of such atrocities! Stallion is more trustworthy than you, my own son! Who I would like to point out, has broken yet another rule with these filthy things!"
He bellowed, slapping one of the bodies with his paw, like it was a piece of rotten meat."And how dare you think that I would not know of such a betrayal! I am the alpha! I see and hear all!"
Roman wrinkled his maw, a thunderous snarl emitting from him. "Get out of my sight, you daft fool!"
:"You're trusting a fool. That's all. I am sure he's bad news, no matter what he's told you. When I spoke with him, hell, I found plenty of reasons as why I should've killed him right then and there.."
Ivan spoke back, he wasn't too scared of his father, sure he did have respect for him, but with this exact thing, Ivan intended to keep the argument going for a bit longer, in a last ditch effort to make his father realize how wrong it was to trust the other guard.
As Roman stepped closer, Ivan took a few steps back, creating some more distance between the two of them. "He's rotten at the core, and I am certain he's gonna ruin everything. Regardless of how much you trust him, how well do you know him?"
He spat. Turning away slightly. Ready to dodge any attack, if Roman decided to make one.
Ivan kept a serious expression, rather than the grinning one he usually had, which was odd to see. It was always odd to see Ivan act differently than what he used to. He wasn't exactly trying to make his father mad, it was more like, a faint attempt of protection, at least in Ivan's eyes.
After all, despite Roman probably not being interested in it, nor probably knowing about it, Ivan couldn't stay around and threat the wolves that posed a threat to his father, not constantly. After all, he had plans of his own. Plans in case of a catastrophe, plans that only himself and those involved in it, knew about.
As the old alpha's son continued Roman only grew angrier- but then it hit him. This was probably just another attempt at gaining affection from him. He wanted it so badly that he would turn Roman against anyone else that seemed better in his eyes. He was jealous, Roman was certain of it. But he wouldn't let stupid jealousy turn him against Stallion. He was his most trusted guard- hell, his most trusted pack member. He couldn't let his son sway him. "You are questioning my ability to discern the good from the bad?"
He scoffed. "What a thought! Coming from the one who sees nothing but things to kill from those around him, you are telling me how to think?"
He laughed manically. It wasn't really hilarious to Roman, not in the least. In fact it was infuriating- but the laughing, oh it would do the trick better than yelling would.
:"Apparently I do. Seems like you need help."
Ivan snapped. He went quiet for a while after that, just watching his father. The old man surely was crumbling, a little piece falling from him every day. He then sighed. "But fine, if you refuse to believe me, Father, I guess you'll have to see it for yourself. It is kinda hurtful though, that you believe I'd lie to you. The one single wolf I've ever looked up to."
Ivan huffed, before turning his back on the alpha, slowly starting to walk away from the main den."I just hope you know, exactly what you're doing, and you should still take my word for it, and trust that guy a little less. Be more cautious around him, though.. I guess that's up to you after all. Enjoy the prizes I brought you"
He finished before raising his head, and did a flickering motion with his tail before proceeding to walk away.
Figuring it would be much easier to just give up on making his father see reason. Not to be mistaken for Ivan abandoning his father or his family in general. He didn't. He'd still be watching and keeping tabs on what was going on, kill any spotted traitors if necessarily, even if his father believed they weren't.I'll be much less forgiving to others from this point on.
He thought to himself.
Roman snorted at Ivan's words. It was believable to him, that he would lie. Everything was believable when it came to traitorous things to Roman. His own adopted father had lied to him his entire life, that's why he was so much harsher to his children. He chose silence as Ivan walked away, giving one last sneering glare before looking back down at the bodies. He wasn't much for wolf-meat, so he'd have to get someone to clean it up later...