One day I'll know how far I'll go

Regulus listened with interest as Mask spoke. The accent fascinated him, and even more useful was the fact that he knew how to hunt. And how to fight. The talk of further skills had the crimson male leaning forward slightly, ears perked. This lined up with what he’d been considering for the ranks. They had the basics, but not enough where a wolf who wanted to do two things could do those two things without having to choose between them.

“We certainly need hunters and fighters who know their way around the skills he said, nodding and straightening up on his haunches “I’d like to learn more of what you can give, but how would you like to join as a hunter for a start?” His head cocked, eyes alert for any sign of disagreement. He had no issue with testing him as a fighter, either. It was up to the male.

“I’ve had thoughts, he added, “of adding a rank that has something to do with moving in shadows. You’ve the coloring and build that might serve well in that rank, once I instate it.”