Frostfang's gaze burned with fury, a storm brewing in the wake of the defiance he faced, first with Erik, now seemingly with his supposed comrades and subordinates.
"What do you mean you can't?" he growled, the weight of betrayal and insubordination heavy on his mind. After all, he already knew of a traitor among these five.
The quiet refusal from Olaf and the others, coupled with Viljar's silence, pushed him to the brink. Yet, before he could lash out, Victor's calm interjection offered a momentary pause. "Calm down, Frostfang. It's not their fault," he said, wanting to prevent his side from imploding.
Despite his anger, Frostfang had always been a rational and pragmatic person, so while Victor's words caused a sudden suspicion to come to him that all of his fellow students betrayed the Enclave in favor of the council, he quickly discarded that thought again.
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