Mind Your Manners

Mithras liked to think he was pretty good at reading others, and he got a sense of this woman immediately. She was business-like and calculating, the stern set to her face implying strength of character instead of discontent. Her words were spoken in a strong voice, and her simple speech stood in stark contrast to his own rambling. He wondered if he ought to feel embarrassed. She remarked that she too had once attempted what he planned, and her frowned when a twinge of pain crossed her features. "I am sorry to hear that, and I thank you for the warning." He had not expected it to be a cakewalk, (ooc: Berrywalk?? Idk?! Do wolves eat cake?!!) but it was another thing to hear of something concrete.

She said that he might be able to expect her and hers at the forums, and asked for a bit more explanation, which Mithras was eager to give. "Well, its still in the works but I had hoped to recruit masters from around the continent to come to Argead and give lessons to those willing. From something specific, say hunting a certain sort of herb, to more broad gatherings like open question-and-answer forums for the younglings, or anyone else interested. Perhaps even a pup rally or tournament of sorts, even just a play arena to foster future friendships, perhaps a rivalry or two." He cracked a grin. Knowing his girls...? Well. Maybe not such a good idea. "I would see it a peaceful place of learning, where packs can stay current on the affairs of the land, should they choose to attend." He knew better than to try and force anyone into anything, and he sense that it would be above and beyond useless with a wolf like Katja. If she wished to attend she would, and if she didn't she would not. It was that simple. So he fell silent and waited to see what she would make of it all.