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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 26px">E </span><span style="font-size: 22px">n z o  </span><span style="font-size: 26px">M </span><span style="font-size: 22px">a v e r i c k </span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:Quicksand">    While savoring some of the deliciously prepared meat, the male sat back and watched as the pack began tearing into each other's throats instead of the food. Well, with the exception of Silas. The man was practically an animal at the table. Enzo personally didn't give a shit. If he wanted to save some of his food later in the form of crumbs lining his clothing, who was he to judge? It wasn't the most appetizing form of entertainment, but it was definitely better than the bickering going on at the other end of the table. Why would anyone want to be here, let alone in the pack, with a bunch of wolves that simply hated themselves and took it out on others? The dinner was absolutely dreadful listening to everyone try to assert dominance instead of getting along. People were either trying to prove they were better than the somebody else, while some were so beaten down that they barely looked up when they took their seats at the table. Neviah and Tatum both sat in silence. One looked scared shitless and the other looked like she was just hoping nobody acknowledged her so she could flee back home. Every comment was greeted with snarls. Take Enzo's comment as an example. Lighthearted, a little jest, a bit flirty maybe too. And acid was spat in return for no reason.<br/>
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   The aggressive reply is why Enzo's usually relaxed and composed facial expression hardened in an instant. It also lead to him speaking up even though the alpha was clearing trying to shut down such comments. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)">"With all due respect, Zephyr, I believe the two should continue,"</span> he noted, speaking loud and clear enough for all members to hear him. The man waited a beat before chiming up again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)">"The way I see it, your beta and delta female care very little for catering to the unique personalities this pack has. Maybe they should, work out their differences. After all, we're family aren't we?" </span>An almost-smug grin appeared. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)">"Shouldn't family be able to have healthy disputes among one another? Throw a few nasty words, a few punches or bites maybe?"</span><br/>
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    The man was a decent pack member.  He was a bit selfish and his natural instinct was to look out for himself. Growing up away from the pack didn't aid in his personality. He was taught always to take care of his own needs before considering others. In the few years that he had returned home, he was unlearning all of those behaviors and it was still obvious that he had some areas to work on. However, Enzo had never been one to go against blood. He was loyal to the pack at the end of the day, and he was hopeful that the alpha knew Enzo wasn't trying to simply be an ass. If anything, it was his way of pointing out the flaws in the pack's ranks in order to help in it's future. He was, after all, a man that was brutally honest and tended to lay all of his cards on the table. Even if he chose a very inappropriate time to do so.<br/>
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    He shrugged and sat back in his chair. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)">"All I'm saying, sir, is that maybe tensions wouldn't be so high if the wolves were able to challenge one another and let off steam now and then."</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">-- tags ; Zephyr, everyone, Tatum &amp; Neviah mentioned</span></span>