Zas considers the first comment for a moment. What word would I have used to define his period of being Alpha prior to recent events...
He replies, "Unitil recently I would have described everything as having been more or less ordained. You had a vision, a strategy. You set out to achieve this strategy cautiously. When you reached a goal you were relentless in its execution, and swift in moving forwards."
He pauses, "The only thing that had yet to be tested was aim and accuracy; being precise in knowing where and when to strike."
The philodox sniffs into the wind for a moment before speaking again. "You told me my duty to you in this pack was to challenge you, to view you as an enemy so that I would be exceptionally prepared to defend our actions. Remember?"
"I did not find fault in your decision to strike at the wagons. You're correct in the knowledge that based on what was known, the logic made sense. Our path was seemingly straightforward." The apache nodded to himself. "Yet-I do not think this justification is sufficient for the Bone Gnawers...or the slain."
He sighs, "The price for making hasty judgments is always suffering. We acted on what we knew, but trusted that our assumptions about the unknown were factual. This was woefully inaccurate."
At Kefka's final statement Zas grew quiet. He looked in vain for signs of tracks, to discontinue the topic but upon finding nothing cursed. He then turned to face his alpha and grew a grim look as he spoke, "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps you were never destined for the mantle of leadership, or made to withstand and bear the responsibilities of serving as pack Alpha. Maybe Grandfather Thunder made a mistake choosing you to act in his stead..."
The Silent Strider's face softens, "...Or maybe Harriet was right. Maybe the stranger was right. Perhaps I was right. It may even be possible that you got what you hoped for..."
"You spoke of having read of the cursed one's journal from the white ash sept. How you felt that he had done all he had done for Gaia. How you hoped others would view you with the same mercy." The red skinned man recalled.
Zas looked at Mocks, his face serious and his eyes seeming to be trying to pierce the Shadowlords soul. "We cannot change the past; we cannot go back in time. We live right now. The pack's survival demands you stay focused. No one else can make decisions for you. Only you can decide who and what to believe. Accept this, and make your decision as to how to move forwards; If you cannot then you must surrender your role as Alpha."