Whether you like it or not," Archibald said, his deep vocals rumbling and splitting the air, "Paladin did something beneficial in his eyes. This stallion is highly qualified to lead this herd, more qualified than Gossamer had been. Yes, Gossamer was a fair and friendly lead, but she fell. Gossamer set this herd on basic rules--equality, justice, and productivity. Under her reign, we only saw equality." Archibald turned his golden eyes to Smoke, taking a step towards her and letting his words ring out once more. "Smoke, you worked as a lead in this herd, however, you did not work as the lead title you were given. You are titled the Military Chieftess, yet you take over Gossamer's position and take care of foreign affairs. You neglected your warriors, as I had expressed interest in taking the position of Head Warrior moons ago, as well as others. You never took up on that, and so your movement to Head Warrior will probably benefit you--maybe you will learn to do your job." Archibald kept his gaze steady, his legs planted like mountains. The giant was unmoveable, and now he was angry.
Despite his anger, he spoke calmly. "All of you are caught in pride when you do not see what you are doing. Paladin wishes to bring the Foothills to glory, something that, frankly, previous leads could not grant us. If none of you stand on his side, then that is unfortunate. Paladin is our lead now, and he is speaking without pride! Horses, are you listening to this stallion? No. You do not see that he is willing to work with you, to get all desires heard. All you throw at him is disrespect and arrogance, and I pity you all. Your vision is fogged by greed." Archibald finally let his eyes fall on the back dun as Poppy began to bless his torn body with herbs of healing.
The warrior stood proudly, tail flicking more behind him as he waiting for members to throw poisonous words at him in retaliation.