Testing Time (Meeting)
As more wolves trickled into the gathering, a familiar mocha pup approached him. It was the boy who he had taught to hunt. My, had he grown. "Sure kid," he answered with a friendly smile, emerald eyes sparkling a little. He continued to search for his friend, scanning the crowd with his gaze. Craning his neck, he tried to find her noticeable blue pelt within the tide of arriving wolves, though a quiet greeting snapped him back into reality. Lowering his gaze, he found the ebony form of the girl he had comforted when her parents hadn't returned from the siege. "Hiya Quake," he beamed cheerfully, wagging his tail. Catching a familiar tan pelt, he called out to another boy. "Hi Tordo!" And at that point he realised he had more friends who were children than adults, especially with two of them sitting around him. Funny, very funny.
The rest of Abaven pulled through, and he continued to sit in an uneasy silence. A couple unfamiliar faces, though the rest he could recall seeing without properly meeting. Progress. He exchanged a nod towards the Destruction male, Lark, and by the time the crowd had settled and Bass had commenced the meeting, Calypsei was still nowhere to be seen. Don't worry, he told himself, shaking the thoughts out of his mind. She's probably sick. You were a while ago, remember? Returning his attention to the leader, he listened to the spoken words. Firstly, there was a naming change for the ranks, and he had become a Guardia. Still the same position, to his dismay. An ill feeling churned inside of him as the leader spoke of apprentices and mentors. He couldn't have any apprentices, and was likely to be paired off to a mentor younger than him. No, this couldn't do. He had to do something about this. Even if it meant sparring the leader...again, or training twice as hard, he just wanted a promotion.
On a lighter note, there was to be a mock-war with the rest of the pack. His eyes lit with excitement as he shuffled his haunches. This was what he was waiting for - another opportunity to fight. Everyone would participate and no-one would be left out. Yes, perhaps this could be his chance to prove his worth. Ears perked at the announcement of the team captains, Karabela and Lark. Interesting. His gaze sought his taller friend's eyes with a look that said, 'Pick me! Pick me!'
Then the news took a drastic change, with Bass announcing that his daughter had gone missing. If only he had met the girl, or was able to put a name to the face...maybe then he could help search for her. Still, it couldn't hurt to offer his assistance. "I can help," he voiced aloud, feeling uncertain and glancing around, meeting the eyes of the russet female who had also expressed interest in forming a search party. |
