It Starts

*Tinaro* · 06-24-2016, 11:19 PM

He noticed how the alpha's amber eyes shone brighter, how his smile broadened, how his stance relaxed. All from the sight of Tinaro. He couldn't help but to feel a little curious by this. Why? Surely he wasn't the last wolf of Abaven. Then the Primo spoke, answering his inquiry with a small sigh, and continuing on with an apology for the delay. At first, the chestnut male was confused before he cast his mind back to his spar with the leader himself. Not much had resulted from that, he had to admit. He had been bumped up to Seconda Guardia, and he was quite happy with that position. Not what he had originally sparred for, but better than nothing. There were plenty of other wolves more worthy than him of the Prima Guardia rank. Or were there?

Ash-tipped ears perked at the alpha's offer and emerald eyes began to sparkle as he leaned slightly forward on his haunches. Bass went on to explain the obligations and expected duties of the position, and he listened intently to that as well. Holding training sessions, assigning partners, selecting mentors for pups, keeping an eye on wolves loaned out to other packs, and most importantly, helping the Primo himself in the making of battle plans. He could barely contain his excitement. How had this happened? He had only challenged for a rank two tiers above his own, though did that really prove his loyalty and capability? "I accept this rank, and all the responsibilities that come with it," he said with a dip of his head, trying to keep his voice steady. His calm exterior was quite the opposite to how he felt inside. "I won't disappoint you. We'll make Abaven strong again."

"SPEAK"

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