slid yourself on over

The morning had been rather uneventful, and he had spent most of it along the beach, strolling the three sides of his territory that he felt the most secure about. It was ironic, really, how much time he spent on the beach considering it was nearly impregnable. Still, to him it was the most alluring part of his landscape, and he would enjoy it whenever he pleased. This morning had been one of those times. But now he had been drawn to the center of his territory, nearest the delta where Cynrik sought something from him. Whatever that was - the King had not a clue.

Speech remained formal and eloquent, something Gerhardt remembered admiring upon their first encounter. Perhaps when the ranks were expanded Cynrik would get to use his mouth for more than just bringing down prey. "Your absence was noted, but I am glad to know that you were inside the Kingdom." He was thrilled to know that Cynrik had not left them as he had imagined a while back. "Your enthusiasm is a welcome relief, Cynrik. You are not the first to ask me for further responsibilities. I have been in the process of rearranging and completely changing our ranking systems, but I am not quite ready to bring everyone into the loop. I will say though, that the skills you mentioned during our first meeting may yet be put to use." He would pause. "But I will digress on that matter for the time being, I would be honored if you held a pack hunt.. I feel we've been lacking in cohesion as of late, and I wish to change that as soon as possible. If you so choose, you may leave the packlands with a party of hunters, but regardless of when you leave I should like it if you all returned safely with your cache by nightfall. Agreed?" The King would wait, knowing that Cynrik could very well lead a hunting party in the Kingdom, but knowing that he might possibly wish to stretch his legs into the outside world.

"Speech"