Set Apart this Dream
06-16-2013, 12:40 PM
| Sarak |
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Azalea arrived, and Sarak offered a soft thump of his tail in greeting as she came to sit beside him and leaned in to greet him, asking what he thought the meeting was about. ?I?m not sure, but we?ll find out soon, I suppose.? Moss green eyes watched as a pup scampered in, a small smile tugging briefly at his muzzle. What looked to be the pup?s father followed soon after, the aqua eyes locked on the pup. Definitely the father. Wolves greeted Chrysanthe as they arrived, a big difference from other meetings, where he?d only seen them nodding to the Alphas. Soon after the pup?s father settled, Chrysanthe began speaking, and he perked his ears to catch everything she had to say. A wedding? What was that, exactly? In his birth pack wolves didn?t mate for love. Indeed, the only established mated pair were the Alphas, and they certainly didn?t love each other. Whisp was alpha female only because she had clawed and fought her way to the top. He wondered if they were still alive. They had been old when he was born. He wasn?t as worried about Cairo as he could have been. Despite being stripped of her Rank, Erani had been caring for the old male with the same attentiveness as he had seen her give when she?d had the rank. He was in safe paws, and would surely recover. Now Chrysanthe was giving the ranks out. Sarak wondered if he would be given anything, but as the ranking went on, he knew that he needed to be more active in becoming part of the pack if he wanted to become anything useful. He had an idea of what he wanted to do. It would encompass his endurance and speed. But was a Messenger really a rank? Lastly, Azalea was risen to the place of Heir. Like the last meetings, there was a lot that had just been changed, but he liked these changes. Erani was back in her old rank, and her student, whom he?d heard called Preston, removed from the rank he?d not earned or been fully trained for. The grey male hadn?t shown up at the meetings, and he?d not caught the fellow?s scent anywhere for quite some time. Even Erani?s mate had been given a good rank. He cast the giant black male a quick look. He was slowly learning that Nova and Cormalin weren?t wolves that he should fear. Azalea sat beside him, a look of surprise on her face. He gave a slight smile and repeated Chrysanthe?s congratulations. ?Congratulations, Azalea. I?m sure you?ll be a wonderful Heir.? His words were said in earnest honesty.
Sarak looked up as Chrysanthe went on to address them that they need only speak to her about what they wished to train in. Well, he had an idea, but to name it in front of everyone-- Azalea nudged her shoulder into him. Moss green eyes turned to look her, brows lifting curiously. But it gave him the push he needed to voice his idea. So he waited until others had voiced their choices, then spoke up, low voice slightly nervous. ?I? I was thinking? I could be a Messenger? I?m not a good fighter, nor am I a healer. But I can run fast, and have a good memory.? His ears pulled back, wondering if he?d be thought an idiot. |