"You never learn."
The thunderous voice of a brute rippled throughout the outstretching air, stirring some apprehension into the sat apprentice of his. "You recognize that you could've stirred a war between us and the Fortris kingdom," His berates were abrupt and underlined with outrage whilst his physique tromped back and forth, his auburn fur bristling with belligerence that seemed to veer into his words and his accent. This was not a standing they could slyly get out off. This was a solemn matter that would most likely stir some offense in the opposite kingdom.
''Sir, i apologize greatly-''
The apprentice mustered, his tone was wimpy and faltering. So much diverse from the head warrior, who was flaring in bitterness and loathing. Although, as much as Haemon desired to retaliate against his apprentice, he had no dominion over it. This was a matter midst the King and the Queen. All of them needed was to comprehend the problem and take obligation into their hands. ''Of course, you apologize,'' Viciousness dribbled off of his tongue as he snarled at the mere apprentice, thrashing his tassel at his thighs. ''You shouldn't have penetrated their land and taken their nourishment,'' At this point, Haemon was hysterical. He circled and spewed snarls out of his throat, irises just spiking at the King's cove. ''There are consequences for everything and you might've over-crossed it and concerned everyone into your disarray,'' And as his berates resumed, the outline of the King entered his peripheral. The enormous, blackish feathering of a brute encountered this smallish unrest. Stirred by Haemon's boisterous and abrasive snarls.
''What's the matter,'' The inquiry wafted above the apprentice's head as he bode silent and malleable amidst the two, loftier status canines. ''The matter is - Iztli overran the Fortris kingdom, looting their nourishment from a foolish stake he made with the yearlings,'' Haemon answered, physique halting and boding predominantly near the King. That was all Haemon apprehended from Iztli's mere, stuttering clarification. It was a frivolous wager he made to establish his worthiness to some outlandish newbies. And now the consequences had hunted back because some pilfered nourishment from a kingdom will never be overlooked. Even if the Irotor had some yore with the Fortris kingdom, this could signify actual war. They made a pact to live in concord but never insinuate their land, hunt in their hunting grounds, or pilfer their stowed nourishment.
''Is this true—Iztli?'' The King oppugned, furrowing his face when the apprentice seemed not gutsy enough to answer. Which gave the response to the King's inquiry. It was indeed, true. This could mean one answer to the resolution; if the Fortris kingdom discovers they were raided, they will stir a conference and choose. And this indicated no good for the Irotor canines, they couldn't fib their way out, they couldn't condemn them, and there was nothing but bearing full accountability for their actions.
''Haemon, call all of the warriors in,''
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