Ana sat quietly as Amon began the meeting. She had to admit to herself that she was only halfway interested. It was obvious he'd been victorious although she had been surprised to hear that the poor wretch had died. An eyebrow rose at that before the drone of Amon's voice continued. She hadn't been all that interested to hear the reasons why he'd chosen the particular territories that he did, but she was just relieved that the pack was being moved back to Auster. She quite enjoy the weather there, and the lack of other packs was a bonus, and overall she was glad that moving to the northern continent wasn't going to be a thing. And then there was the matter of ranks. She listened idly as others spoke up - the most surprising being Pyralis' interest in leading, and then others. Seth's proposition of traveling to other packs intrigued her but she remained silent as she pondered her options. While she wasn't a bad fighter it wasn't often that she found herself getting physical with anyone unless she absolutely had to. She much preferred using the art of manipulation when it was an option. Others were interested in scouting positions, though she noted the lack of any interest in hunters. Her need to feel useful by picking up the slack in other areas outweighed her want to pursue another field. She supposed she was lucky she had no interest in any leadership responsibility or that would have made her choice even harder. "Just rank me as a hunter for now until we get some others within our ranks to fill more positions." Well that was going to be her extent of "helpful" for the time being. Walk, "Talk" Think

Andras cackled, licking the blood from his muzzle with his ink black tongue. “I told you what rank I desired already brother.” He cooed, his nose and lip raised to show his long incisors in a wide eyed sneer. “If you have no place for an inquisitor give me whatever rank you desire; low or high, I wish only to keep blood on my teeth!” He said, parting his jaws in a wide grin that seemed to split his head in two, showing the very fangs he spoke of. His tail lashed like a banner behind him; memories from his years across the sea flooding his mind. "Talk" Thought You

Ashiel resisted the urge to wince as he shifted his head in such a way that his wound began bleeding again. Blood dripped down the side of his face but he did his best to ignore it. He'd need to see if one of the healers had time to help him with the injury and he found himself suddenly wishing that Lydia was still there. Amon would begin the meeting and Ashiel would listen through the painful throbbing in his head. Everything seemed both brilliantly clear and hazy at the same time but he made it through. When Amon asked what they would like to provide to the empire his brow furrowed… further irritating his injury. He had several things he wanted but they were farther in the future. What did he want now, in the present? Ashiel kept silent to think but when his mother spoke his stomach fluttered. What? Pyralis as the second? He stared at his mother in shock, wondering if she'd gone mad for a second. He did not doubt her abilities but he wondered what had brought about this new desire in her. Had something happened at the alpha challenge? Others spoke and soon Ashiel felt it was his turn. "Uncle, I wish to continue either as an apprentice or a soldier. I wish to further my skills in battle and I want to learn the art of ruling as well. It is my ambition to some day have a pack of my own. I do not yet know if I am fit for such a thing but it is something to strive for none the less. What say you?" "Talk" "You" Think

Oh bloody hell; she was late. She caught the tale end of her father's words after she slunk in, but she listened readily - she always did. She always would. Her family held a place for her that none others could ever compete with. No mate, no servant, no 'friend'. Family, and only family - unless they were traitors, of course. Like that stupid whelp of Adramalech's. Eh, at least that particular failure was eliminated. No weakness could be cultivated in the Abraxas family. Abyzou had most definitely been a weakness.

She waited until the end for her to speak, a little spark in her eyes as she waited and listened. Hmm. What would be best for her? She loved to fight, to explore - she wasn't really sure what her specialty was. Well, provoking people. She was a smartass, and as she grew older, she learned more and more the right time to say something. It was, of course, why her father looked at her with both exasperation and pride at the same time. She was his daughter after all. Humming at the end, she spoke up. "Honestly, Father, I'm not sure where my talents would best lay. I will learn whatever it is you wish to teach me, and serve our family however it is I need to." Simple as that; that was it.

Amon waited for the various responses he was sure to get. Each of his family members were highly capable and he was certain most would excel in many different roles. Pyralis spoke first, and he found himself hardly surprised by her initiative. He was somewhat surprised to hear that she had her eye on the position of second in command, though apparently not for long. "Pyralis, you know I trust your judgement and although I occasionally want to kill you for it, you do a marvelous job of keeping me grounded. I would be pleased to have you stand as second in command for a while. I also agree that many of our new arrivals have potential to do great things once they are settled into the area. We will reconvene during summer to assess all higher rankings." He nodded to her and moved on. Seth spoke next, again surprising him. Amon had had little to do with the dwarf but he supposed he must have been doing his job well enough if no one had killed him yet. It was surprising enough that he survived the trek to these lands, but to have survived a year and longer living with a particularly chaotic branch of their kin? Perhaps Amon ought to carve out time to chat with his nephew and reassess his skills. Seth would be a healer for the pack, as he had been, and this was no surprise. His idea however was novel, and knowing that Amon would soon have to treat with the mortal leaders, a tempting proposal. "Perhaps you are right. The team, or teams, which travel to the other packs will have to be chosen very carefully. You may make an interesting addition." Amon was uncertain he would be fit to travel for such long distances and keep pace with the rest but that was something Amon felt was best discussed in private. Malleus volunteered to accompany Seth and Amon smiled wryly. Well, if there were a combination to make it work, that would certainly be the one. His son didn't seem certain what role would best suit him, but Amon had been ruminating over this for a while. "As my firstborn son, I would see you become my heir to my portion of this Empire, whatever it's holdings may be when I become feeble and it is my time to step down. You have proven yourself in your travels and since your return as well. Being the most involved of my children, you've earned it, and I believe you could make an excellent leader one day." It was rare praise coming from Amon, one might even call it glowing, but of all of his children Malleus was the one who had shown the most initiative and presence and his littermates and half-siblings. Razi requested an advisory role, and Amon conceded that she would likely be fit for it, though he as not overly familiar with her skill set. He did know that Razi had been among the first Abraxas to follow him to this land, and there she remained as level and thoughtful as she had been upon arriving. It was a consistency verging on trust that Amon thought could be beneficial in the upper rankings of their structure. "Razi, you were one of the first to come with us to these lands, and I doubt anyone here can question your dedication to the family. I think you would fill the role of Expert Scout well. You can begin to prove it by showing the apprentices around the new lands we claim." He offered her a slight smile and a raised brow to see how she would react to the immediate order. If she questioned herself, Amon felt he was fit to question her as well. Andras spoke and drew Amon's memory back to the day he and Pyralis had discovered his presence here. Andras wished to be an inquisitor of sorts, and Amon found himself wondering how close he would toe the line of 'mad dog.' The male's brash, indulgent nature unsettled Amon, though neither traits were particularly rare among his kin, and nor was Andras' gluttonous love for violence. In fact, all were things that could be used, if handled properly. Amon hummed. "I could see the use in such a role, though I believe it is something that will need to be discussed in greater detail. Find me in the days to come and we can discuss what your plan is, and perhaps assign a team to assist you." To the rest Amon said. "Alright then. I think we've sat around long enough. Requested ranks will be filled. If you've found yours doesn't suit you I will not be hard to find. I expect to see everyone practicing their skills during this rest while we plan our next move. If that means spars, then spar. If that means stocking pack supplies then find an Apprentice and have them haul whatever it is you need. Our Empire ought to be in full force and running order within a few days, and I expect to see everyone actively involved in making it so." He paused to force eye contact upon those listening, trying to impress the importance of his point. "Remain vigilant. We've announced ourselves, and the rest of the land may see fit to react. Also, anyone who hauls a Dragoste wolf back to our borders will see their rank improving." Amon stood, signaling the end of their meeting. There was much to be done, and he didn't want to waste any time lingering about when they didn't need to be. He was certain several family members might still have their bits to say, but he hoped for the most part they would be satisfied with what had transpired and set off about their business once again. Already his mind was running weeks into the future, trying to assess his priorities and what was most immediately needed. So much to do, and so little time! "Talk" "You" Think