[centre][b][h1][color=seagreen]Quinton[/color][/h1][/b]

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[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Xerxes Arvanitis ([@YoshiSkittlez]), Quinton Matson, Connor Vos and Cody Treadwell ([@Caits]), Magnus Bane, Gage Brooks and Aron Brooks ([@BlackPanther]), Sebastian Monroe ([@December]), Miranda Burke ([@Damo021]), Zoe Flores, Syeste (Vos) Nioré and Kaylee Evans [@Vicier][/sup][/centre] 

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There were many things that Quinton knew about himself. He knew he often seconded guessed himself, and yet, when it came to others, he knew he had been described as the voice of reason. He knew he wasn’t made to be an Alpha, but he was made to be the one who watched, waited, and gave advice. That was just his temperament. Of course, it hadn’t always been so. As a teenager, experiencing the changes of not only puberty, but being a young werewolf, it hadn’t been easy to keep a hold of his anger. Foster had been patient, and kind, even if he had been strict, and found a way to connect with Quinton. That it had beeing pool, was quite amusing to Quinton. Foster never let him win, instead giving him something to focus on. 

Beating him. 

It had worked. For two years, Quinton honed his skills, and subsequently his anger, gaining control with few mishaps, determined to beat Foster. By the time Quinton was sixteen, he had adapt control over himself, and a healthy respect for the man that had not only saved his life, but become something like a second father to him. Quinton had learned reason, control, and determination at such an age when he could have been a destructive force. Which had put him right back on track to...being what he was, inside and out. A patient, reasonable man. Who would do anything to protect his pack. 

And so, he was ready to do what he had to, to help Zoé in what was now an incredibly difficult situation. Not that it hadn’t been, already. He could understand Xerxes need to have that connection, understanding with his daughter, but to do so at the risk of Zoé abandoning the pups...that Quinton couldn’t abide by. If Xerxes wanted to be apart of this, for his daughter, then he had better learn pack mentality, and the quicker the better. Although Quinton wasn’t too sure that Zoé wanted anything to do with the Angel anymore. 

He could not tell if his words were sinking into Zoé, yet his mere presence by her seemed to be enough, for the moment, to keep her in place. For how long, he didn’t know. He thought that maybe, she was just going to walk off, turning her back on the pups, because of Xerxes. It did not seem to matter that Cassandra, Connor and subsequently Kaylee had spoken for her. The absolute anger that he could [i]feel[/i] emanating from Zoé seemed to swamped everything, and Quinton looked over to Xerxes, eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted the angel to understand he had overstepped his boundaries, before looking away. 

Quinton had excellent control over anger. 

Slowly, one by one, the other pups seemed to accept Zoé, and Quinton relaxed slightly, although his gaze rested on Gage for a moment. The young boy seemed so troubled, so at odds, and Quinton sighed softly. There were so many differences between the pups. Cassandra, quick to anger and with a fierce need to protect those she cared about because of this, nevertheless seemed bright, quick to the uptake, and more importantly, [i]understanding[/i]. Acceptance. With some training, lessons in control, she would be a valuable asset to the pack. Connor...the young man had certainly proved himself willing to leap into danger, and help even if he didn’t understand what was going on. Brave, courageous, and chivalrous, he had all the makings off, and he blamed Abigale for his extensive knowledge on all things Harry Potter, a true Gryffindor. Kaylee, his mate, seemed just as new to being what she was as the pups, at least, she hadn’t developed the fine control of one that had long been a were creature. And yet, when her friends had been attacked, Kaylee hadn’t seemed to hesitate,already shifted long before Quinton had arrived on scene.  Cody. Reasonable, loyal, and willing to speak up when he needed to, the boy had a good head on his shoulders, and that would be needed in the days to come. Aron...the timid young boy nevertheless seemed to have a good heart, and strong to have come this far. They’d all come out stronger, after this. Gage, the hot headed twin, rash, quick to anger, but wanting to protect those he loved. Soothed by the presence of Syleste, Gage, Quinton figured, would have control issues without her. A challenging road lay ahead, one he hoped they were prepared for. Miranda. The young girl had yet to do much so far, beyond accepting Zoé, seemed a bright young girl, willing to go to any lengths for her friends, judging from how she clutched to Cassandra. Finally, Quinton turned his sights to the two in the room that weren’t werewolves, or weredingos, or even Angels. The sirens, rare it was odd to come across two, but then again, this was Klamath Falls, a beacon for everything supernatural it seemed. 

It was certainly going to be an interesting few weeks. Challenging, for sure, and yet...they were a pack. Watching Zoé, Quinton smiled slightly, which faded at Gages words, and he sighed once more, watching the scene play out.