[Claiming] An Omen In The Stars

*Miksa* · 01-04-2016, 12:25 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

He grew more nervous and uncertain by the second, but in the end it was all unnecessary. As his bright yellow eyes panned across the gathered wolves, he spotted the familiar coat of white as it bounded toward him, the identity of the wolf confirmed when he noticed the dark, fanned markings of brown surrounding two eyes of differing colors. Relief coupled with joy eased the tension that had been gathering in his body, and his still tail suddenly lifted in a faint wag. She had decided to come after all, and answering her grin with a subdued smile of his own, Miksa responded, "I'm glad you did." It would be a new start in a new pack, but at least he was not making this journey alone.

In his search of the crowd, the white wolf had missed Surreal's silent greeting, but he gave her his attention once his friend had settled into place at his side. A few more wolves arrived before the grey leader called order to their meeting and began addressing the group as a whole, welcoming them and going on to talk of the pack and her hopes for it. Miksa listened, feeling nervously optimistic and hoping Varda got a similarly positive impression of what to expect. Fighting, healing, hunting - they would know and understand each, at least in the most basic of senses, all of which suited him. Of the ranks, Legionary stuck out to him most considering his previous emphasis pulling in that direction, and his ears perked when spars were mentioned. Should have known that, he thought, and felt the accompanying sense of nerves. He would simply have to try his best.

The rules were outlined, in detail, and made it clear what was to be expected of them. Miksa sat patiently and listened to it all without comment, awaiting the very last moment when the new pack's preferences toward ranks were requested. He glanced at Varda beside him, wondering if she would continue with her chosen field of hunting, and, to set the example and hopefully continue to keep his friend comfortable, he spoke up. "I'd like a Legionary position," the white wolf stated, forcing himself not to look around at those present even though speaking out made him feel like eyes were upon him.

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