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"<b>Melody.</b>" He snapped, tone steely. His eyes pinpointed her first before shifting gears onto Silas. "<b>Silas. No one wants to hear it." </b>Zephyr began, referring to multiple things at once. The table manners <i>and </i>the sparring between the chaotic duo. "<b>Don't make me turn this goddamn car around.</b>" The alpha added, a dash of humor following up his prior assertions. Since it was pack feast night, he resolved to take it easy on them and not turn a should-be nice night into a heinously drawn out lecture. Both of the aforementioned wolves had attitudes; ones he couldn't fix simply by wagging his finger. They knew enough to understand not to continue. He glanced at Kiona, partially vexed that she'd goaded on the sprawl instead of diffusing it. It wasn't worthy enough to comment on.<br/>
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He skimmed the layout of packmates, having noted for a while that his beta male, Lyden, neglected to appear. He was a responsible, well equipped beta. It was more than likely that the man had his reasons. If he didn't report to him by the time the dinner ended, Zeph would send out an array of sentinels to dig out his whereabouts.<br/>
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Elijah made his appearance, and another notch of relief lessened his load. Every time someone with a more conscientious reputation failed to show, he felt an unshakable sense of unease mar at his subconscious. It was difficult not to consider the worst case scenario in a world <i>heavily</i> biased against their kind. The doctor arrived with a bombardment of apologies, all of which Zephyr shook his head to and grinned at. "<b>You're fine. If anyone here has an excuse to not show up on time, it'd be a doctor.</b>" He mused jovially, taking a few thoughtful sips of dark red wine. Eli's inquiry about the status of the dinner propped a simper onto Zeph's features. "<b>I'll separate them if I need to.</b>"<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Had Zephyr mentioned peace a moment ago? Foolish of him. Though the melodic chiming of utensils still carried on, biting words now accompanied them. He wasn't deaf, and actually found himself rather ticked off that Melody and Silas started rearing their claws just feet from his face. It felt very "<i>I can't even have a nice dinner with my kids</i>" to comment on, but alas, he wasn't the sort to brush things under the rug. If he <i>could</i> address it, then he would.<br/>
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"<b>Melody.</b>" He snapped, tone steely. His eyes pinpointed her first before shifting gears onto Silas. "<b>Silas. No one wants to hear it." </b>Zephyr began, referring to multiple things at once. The table manners <i>and </i>the sparring between the chaotic duo. "<b>Don't make me turn this goddamn car around.</b>" The alpha added, a dash of humor following up his prior assertions. Since it was pack feast night, he resolved to take it easy on them and not turn a should-be nice night into a heinously drawn out lecture. Both of the aforementioned wolves had attitudes; ones he couldn't fix simply by wagging his finger. They knew enough to understand not to continue. He glanced at Kiona, partially vexed that she'd goaded on the sprawl instead of diffusing it. It wasn't worthy enough to comment on.<br/>
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He skimmed the layout of packmates, having noted for a while that his beta male, Lyden, neglected to appear. He was a responsible, well equipped beta. It was more than likely that the man had his reasons. If he didn't report to him by the time the dinner ended, Zeph would send out an array of sentinels to dig out his whereabouts.<br/>
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Elijah made his appearance, and another notch of relief lessened his load. Every time someone with a more conscientious reputation failed to show, he felt an unshakable sense of unease mar at his subconscious. It was difficult not to consider the worst case scenario in a world <i>heavily</i> biased against their kind. The doctor arrived with a bombardment of apologies, all of which Zephyr shook his head to and grinned at. "<b>You're fine. If anyone here has an excuse to not show up on time, it'd be a doctor.</b>" He mused jovially, taking a few thoughtful sips of dark red wine. Eli's inquiry about the status of the dinner propped a simper onto Zeph's features. "<b>I'll separate them if I need to.</b>"</div>
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