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<div style="width: 71%; height: 500px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify; box-sizing: border-box; background: #fff; padding: 15px; color: #000;"><div style="height: 470px; overflow-y: auto;">Attentions had briefly dispersed from two fighting individuals over to small groups interacting among themselves. Melody offered Elijah her attention, brushing her verbal altercations with Silas aside. Zephyr eyed Chris and Darby, who were only just now showing up. Brows risen, he wordlessly chided them. By now they must've known his thoughts on being this late, and at this point, half of the pack showed up after the assigned time. Distantly, the alpha considered if the meaning behind his words were slipping. He couldn't allow that.<br/>
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Cutting into the lower level of chatter, volume risen above the rest, Enzo made his voice known. He had some things that seemingly needed to be said about the bicker-fest from just a minute prior. The scattered conversation quieted down again so that the man could speak, his opinionated musings focused on the tilted nature of the pack. Zephyr felt his chest tighten with a shred of agitation at first, but breathed deeply until it lessened with the exit of such negative emotions.<br/>
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Enzo had the right to state his thoughts just like everyone else did. He'd known other alphas in the past to strike down anyone that spoke "out of turn", but tyranny was a good way to propagate mutiny. He wasn't an idiot. His temper wouldn't get the best of him even if it tried. He was too experienced for that by now.<br/>
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Before Zephyr was able to offer his response, which he prayed to be lucid, Hop pieced together some of his own thoughts toward Maverick. He wouldn't be offering anymore support afterward, as he'd asked to be excused. With a one-shake nod, Zephyr granted it and then returned his glacial gaze on the sentinel. "<b>I hear you, Enzo. I have no qualms about packmates sorting things out amongst themselves, to a degree at least. But tonight is not the night for that. You wanna fling shit on a Tuesday? Be my guest. But pack dinner is a tradition for a reason. It's the time to swallow all of that and let us all come together for an eve of composure. Beyond that, you can do what you'd like. Don't bring swords to soirees.</b>" He remarked in detail, tone perfectly level.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Attentions had briefly dispersed from two fighting individuals over to small groups interacting among themselves. Melody offered Elijah her attention, brushing her verbal altercations with Silas aside. Zephyr eyed Chris and Darby, who were only just now showing up. Brows risen, he wordlessly chided them. By now they must've known his thoughts on being this late, and at this point, half of the pack showed up after the assigned time. Distantly, the alpha considered if the meaning behind his words were slipping. He couldn't allow that.<br/>
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Cutting into the lower level of chatter, volume risen above the rest, Enzo made his voice known. He had some things that seemingly needed to be said about the bicker-fest from just a minute prior. The scattered conversation quieted down again so that the man could speak, his opinionated musings focused on the tilted nature of the pack. Zephyr felt his chest tighten with a shred of agitation at first, but breathed deeply until it lessened with the exit of such negative emotions.<br/>
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Enzo had the right to state his thoughts just like everyone else did. He'd known other alphas in the past to strike down anyone that spoke "out of turn", but tyranny was a good way to propagate mutiny. He wasn't an idiot. His temper wouldn't get the best of him even if it tried. He was too experienced for that by now.<br/>
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Before Zephyr was able to offer his response, which he prayed to be lucid, Hop pieced together some of his own thoughts toward Maverick. He wouldn't be offering anymore support afterward, as he'd asked to be excused. With a one-shake nod, Zephyr granted it and then returned his glacial gaze on the sentinel. "<b>I hear you, Enzo. I have no qualms about packmates sorting things out amongst themselves, to a degree at least. But tonight is not the night for that. You wanna fling shit on a Tuesday? Be my guest. But pack dinner is a tradition for a reason. It's the time to swallow all of that and let us all come together for an eve of composure. Beyond that, you can do what you'd like. Don't bring swords to soirees.</b>" He remarked in detail, tone perfectly level.</div>
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