Kreft would slowly walk towards the old river bed with a hunch in his back, even though in this season he had aged another year he didn’t seem to care. No matter how much he aged things seemed to stay the same, at least in his mind. He looked down at the thin trails of gold that ran through the sides of the river bed, ever since he had joined this pack he seemed to be drawn to this area when he needed to think. Although the beauty of the marble and gold eluded him whatever he had felt once while looking at them had faded into the background. He walked away from the edge and sat down, he hadn’t yet held fight training for the pack since his promotion to a Commander. For some reason he just hadn’t felt like interacting with other wolves , he decided that he better do something with his position before he lost it. So the brute of a man let out a howl calling the pack together for fight training.
The commander had given out a call. The special corps woman had been patrolling the borders all the same, her large body coming towards the male. No one seemed to be very active in this pack, not even Kreft himself. She was not one to judge but with the downfall of their president's mentality it was almost like all their walls had been thrown out in full force. Amachi had a small daughter to care for and she already felt the eyes that stared at her from behind those blue hues.
Regardless of this, she would join him. It was not her position that brought her here, simply duty out of the pack. She didn't mind helping fight for the training. After all with what Arian planned to do, they needed all the strength they could get. Her tail flickering upwards, the future was unclear. She flashed a nod to Kreft before taking a seat.