[PACK MEETING] It's time.
10-18-2017, 07:39 PM
Kassander found himself watching the woman as she began to speak to the pack not long after he slunk in, and couldn't help comparing her to the other alphas he'd known in his life. His mother, his sister, Katja, Chaos. He had been too young to really remember what his mother had been like as an alpha, but this woman's demeanor wasn't much like Katja or Chaos, or even Val. More like his own had been as alpha, if he was honest with himself, though it was hard these days to recall what he'd been like back then. And it was probably better that she wasn't much like Katja and Chaos come to that. He'd always been more than a little intimidated by them.
With a start he realized that she had spoken directly to him, and his ears suddenly felt hot in embarrassment. Had he mistaken the open invitation? Was he not supposed to have come? "I - I... I mean w-we..." Rommel pressed against his side encouragingly, and the auburn male raised his gaze a little from his paws. Only to... her paws... but it was a start. "We were hoping to join Abaven. I - I used to be an ally of... of Bass, and I've put a lot of thought into it and I th-think we might... fit? In? Here, I mean? If that's acceptable?" He winced inwardly and continued on in a rush to try to sell his suitability a bit better than he'd managed so far. "I'm a healer and a crafter mainly, I can hunt and I make the hides into things to use and trade. I make medicinals, and alcohol for trade. I can... I can fight if I have to... but I would prefer not to?"
He'd been an ok fighter at one point in his life, a long time ago... he'd even brought his pack to war. But seeing the horrific aftermath of that war, and later seeing his brother killed because of his own stupid actions... he'd lost his taste for battle and his taste for leadership both at once.
He shuddered, then added, gesturing at both the fox beside him and the lemur clinging curiously to his ear as he said their names, "Rommel hunts with me as well and we craft together. Remy might look small but he's a crafter in his own right and can make containers out of clay, and knots harnesses and such."
With a start he realized that she had spoken directly to him, and his ears suddenly felt hot in embarrassment. Had he mistaken the open invitation? Was he not supposed to have come? "I - I... I mean w-we..." Rommel pressed against his side encouragingly, and the auburn male raised his gaze a little from his paws. Only to... her paws... but it was a start. "We were hoping to join Abaven. I - I used to be an ally of... of Bass, and I've put a lot of thought into it and I th-think we might... fit? In? Here, I mean? If that's acceptable?" He winced inwardly and continued on in a rush to try to sell his suitability a bit better than he'd managed so far. "I'm a healer and a crafter mainly, I can hunt and I make the hides into things to use and trade. I make medicinals, and alcohol for trade. I can... I can fight if I have to... but I would prefer not to?"
He'd been an ok fighter at one point in his life, a long time ago... he'd even brought his pack to war. But seeing the horrific aftermath of that war, and later seeing his brother killed because of his own stupid actions... he'd lost his taste for battle and his taste for leadership both at once.
He shuddered, then added, gesturing at both the fox beside him and the lemur clinging curiously to his ear as he said their names, "Rommel hunts with me as well and we craft together. Remy might look small but he's a crafter in his own right and can make containers out of clay, and knots harnesses and such."