Prometheus and Vesta
Prometheus sits upon his ill-gotten throne. His burning blue eyes trail Vesta as she bubbles over in excitement. The scarred Tenneth allowed Vesta to express all that she wished to express.
"Father it is amazing to be home and on the threshold of complete victory over our enemies. I can't believe how glorious everything is. I want to learn everything. I want to be by your side as our righteous flame cleanses our home and sweeps across the world. None will dare challenge our furry after this. Our fire will burn bigger, hotter, and brighter than ever before. It will even outshine the wolves of light. Melt the snow and ice. Boil the sea. Turn the ground to glass. Illuminate the darkest shadow and ignite the air. No pack will be safe from our glorious flame. All will bow or burn. I only wish our families were here to see this."
"But their ashes will pave the way to our victory. Death to the traitors and all enemies of the true Tenneths. Long live the Tenneths. Long live Prometheus. May your flame burn forever in the heart of the pack. May your fire burn our enemies to ash."
Prometheus rises from his throne as he descends the steps that are lain before his paws. Prometheus's great frame stands before Vesta's dwarfing hers. Very reminiscent of how an adult towers over a cub. "Well said, Vesta! Well said." He spoke. "Even my necklace was heated by the flames of your passion!" Prometheus then strays away from her, his attention drawn to his necklace. "It must be some sign, some auspicious fate that brought us back together," His voice trails as he recollects his days as a Tenneth soldier, "Even after all of this time." His voice echoes. He turns to face Vesta.
"Vesta!" He suddenly addresses her. "When you looked upon me did you know what you saw? You saw not only your Alpha but saw me as something more. You saw me as family, you saw me as your father!" Prometheus then walks up to Vesta and speaks quite softly, "That is what you believe an Alpha should be to his people after all, right?" He pulls away. "You see the exact qualities needed for an Alpha are the same as for a father!" Prometheus proudly declares. "A good father is indeed brave and strong, but he is also wise and principled. A good Alpha must also emulate these characteristics! How else could he guide, and elevate a whole Pack, a whole Nation!" Prometheus begins to pace about the court.
"Once you become the embodiment of strength and stability all others will bow to you. Not just because you are the strongest but because you can provide the most." Prometheus then smiles at Vesta. "You remind me of your father. You have the same spirit as he did. He was a good soldier and a good friend. If only he was here now." Prometheus's mind wanders as he stands there silently for slightly too long. His attentions then return to the here and now. "Vesta," he speaks, "We mustn't forget the objective of our crusade. Nigerius is dying, and the Packs are out of control. The objective of this crusade isn't just to defeat our enemies but it's also to save our home. What this war has shown us is that the Packs can no longer live independently of one another. Too often we fight over territory and resources, and the reason? Because our packs keep growing." He paces again. "Before the war, Packs were having more newborns than ever before! What do you think happens when you have so many mouths to feed and no food to feed them with?" He allows his words to sink in for a moment. "It wouldn't be long before war breaks out, but this, this will be the last time."
Prometheus then stares at Vesta. "You see in order to ensure the safety and sovereignty of the Tenneth we must bring all of the Packs underneath the Tenneth! That is the objective of our crusade! The Tenneth will provide and protect for all from now on." Prometheus then walks back to his throne and sits upon it. "That is why we must work with outsiders. We need to develop strong relationships now. That way our future sovereignty will be protected. I'm sure you can see the value in that?" He asks inquisitively.