ahah halite's going to be terrified of hannibal
Halite's head bobbed as Boreas accepted her new rank; he had been hoping that it would happen. What event would occur if the molly rejected it? Oh, that would be shame and unhappiness and embarrassment. In the slight moment of time in which Boreas spoke, the Commander became lost in thought.
The tom would've explored his ideas longer, but right now wasn't the time. He had to quickly regain his sense of concentration. A proper leader wouldn't be so absent-minded. "Thank you." Halite said in response, locking eyes with the molly for a moment as she padded up onto the mound.
Another stab of fear sliced at his heart as he wondered if she really wanted to become Co-Commander, but she seemed happy enough. There was something else in Boreas's expression that Halite could not make out- was it pride? Ambition? He was not the best at reading facial expressions.
Nonetheless, his sweeping gaze struck through the crowd, and there was an uneasy, wavering smile crossing his face. "I'm sure that will be pleasant." He said to Hannibal. Hannibal... Halite knew that there was something familiar about him. He'd heard rumors; rumors that weren't pleasant to hear or think about. The Commander hoped that they weren't true, but as far as he was aware, they were.