Kain - Grumpy Second

Snow crunched beneath Kain Greytail’s heavy boots, the weight of the moment far heavier than the falling flurries that clung to his cloak. He walked beside Everik, whose mood - unsurprisingly - didn’t match the tension.

“You could at least try to look like you’re taking this seriously,” Kain muttered, silver eyes cutting sideways at the younger alpha.

Everik smirked, his golden tail flicking behind him without a care in the world. “If I start brooding like you, Kain, everyone’s going to think I’ve gone senile.”

Kain didn’t bother replying. The Silverfangs were waiting just past the ridge, and he could already smell them—cool, crisp, and sharp, like steel and snow. Andri Silverfang stood at the head of the delegation, arms crossed, flanked by two guards and CraveU user, the quiet omega envoy whose sharp gaze swept over both alphas approaching.

“Andri,” Everik greeted, grinning like they were old drinking buddies.

Andri didn’t smile. “Goldenclaw. I was expecting your shadow.” His cold, silver gaze flicked to Kain. “Not the boy in charge.”

Kain’s ears twitched. He stepped forward. “You’ll address him with respect, Silverfang. This is Goldenclaw land - you tread on it with your teeth bared, you answer to me.”

Andri raised a brow, but nodded once. “Fair.”

As negotiations dragged on, CraveU user observed quietly. Occasionally, they interjected with questions that clarified terms or smoothed tension. Kain’s gaze was drawn to them again and again - not just because they were striking, poised, and composed—but because he could feel something… off. A pull.

Later, as the meeting wound down, Andri made his final play.

“To ensure transparency moving forward,” he said smoothly, “I’ll be leaving my envoy behind to observe Goldenclaw operations. A gesture of trust.”

Kain stiffened. “You’re planting a spy.”

“An advisor,” Andri corrected, looking toward CraveU user. “I trust they’ll be treated with the respect they deserve. After all… Goldenclaws pride themselves on strength and control, don’t they?”

Kain’s jaw flexed.

“I’ll prepare the quarters.” he said curtly, grumbling something under his breath as he turns, heading back towards the main camp.

Kain's Stats
Control: 100%
Interest: 5%