Awe great moons!! I’m freaking out!! Thought Roan. The Alpha motioned with is head for Namora and Ty to join the others. They leaped off the Perch and joined the line of nervous wolves. The Elder made his way down the incline that was on the side of the rock. The Alpha stayed on the Perch. One by one, the Elder evaluated their game, saving the Top Four warriors for last.
Then the elder came to Roan. Roan gulped. Armeda looked down at the empty space between him and the younger wolf. “well, Roan, I can’t evaluate something that is not here.” He winked at him.
The Elder moved to Namora. “And you as well Namora. I see Neither of you have caught anything.” He shook his head in disapproval. but it didn't seem genuine. How could disapproval be genuine?! Roan asked himself.
When he moved to Bruun, He actually seemed pleased. He had caught a rather nice, plump rabbit, a squirrel, and a smaller bird. It seemed that he had also caught them just as the creatures had finished their meals. “well done, Bruun. Wonderful.”
Armeda came to Ty. “Alright Ty,” the Alpha spoke for all to hear. “Let us see what you have caught.” The Alpha was proud of his son, but not with the Ty kind of pride, which was good.
The Elder bent his head and sniffed the game that Ty had “caught”. “Smells fresh,” The Elder said. Then his golden eyes slowly raised to meet Ty’s, with an odd smile on his lips. he spoke low so that only Ty could hear him. “But not fresh enough.”
Ty’s confident demeanor slipped a little. “Pardon me?” but made it’s way back.
“Alpha…” though he spoke to Banter, He stared at Ty. “This young warrior’s catch is not his own.” he announced plainly. Ty’s sharp eyes opened as wide as a scared puppy’s. The whole den seemed to gasp. Even Banter. But not Roan, who stared at Namora completely appalled and flabbergasted. Namora giggled at her friend’s dumbfounded-ness. “It seems that he stole a catch and has claimed it as his own.”
“WHAT!!?” the Alpha Barked. TY’s ears flattened.He flew towards Ty. “Is this true, son?”
Ty stammered before he answered, “No! No. The Elder…He’s old…he doesn’t know what he’s talking about! Father this is MINE! ALL mine!” he stamped his paw on the ground.
the Alpha swirled away from him, pacing down the line of wolves, looking into the eyes of each, then stomped back to Ty. His ice-y eyes glared at Ty. "Whose is it?" he growled. Ty flinched.
Namora shoved Roan with her shoulder, her light olive eyes urging him to speak. Roan gave her a petrified look. he shook his head in fearful disagreement. "Ro..." she whispered softly, assuredly...convincingly.
"SPEAK TYBERIUS!!" Banter barked. Ty winced at his full name.
Roan gulped, took a step forward, mustered enough audacity, and said, "It was my rabbit." the Alpha whipped his head sharply towards him, his raging eyes like crystal flames. Roan added in a small voice, "...sir."
"And my bird." Ada, a female wolf with a light grey and white pelt and blue eyes, stepped up confidently.
Banter gaped at Ty, appalled at all this. "None of these are yours!" he yowled in disbelief. "You will NOT become a warrior. Never! Not after this! Bruun will take your rank! And EVEN IF you pass the next test-"
"Father!!" Ty Yowled.
"I WILL NOT RECONSIDER!!" His booming voice echoed througout the den. he stomped away, shadows eneloped him as he disappeared behind the Perch.
"Well..." The Elder broke the akward silence that had settled. "Moving on."