No One Man Should Have All That Power

“Greetings Dauntless.” He said confidently after enough time had passed for a majority of his pack to arrive; Quinn had been absent but with his quickly growing numbers he considered one absence a fair turnout.

“As most of you are aware this is our first meeting since the formation of the pack. I have given you all time to settle down, plant roots, and come to know one another.” He stated, his gaze settling first on Artemis, then on Aranea, and finally on Ashmedai respectively, but his proud and booming voice addressing all of them equally. At just over 18 months old he had grown into his full height and his voice was no longer pitched with adolescence. It was the voice of a man he thought, and then corrected himself: it was the voice of a king.

“The time has come for you all to decide among yourselves who is most fit to take on the roles as my advisors; My Chief Intelligence Officer, Chief Quartermaster and Chief Infantry Officer, if you wish to elect yourself speak first and state your case, afterward the vote will be held.” He said zealously.

“Before we begin however there will be an announcement: First; whelping pups before marriage is no longer a dishonorable act.” He decreed although he doubted anyone had enforced such a practice in the first place. “However if the sire or dam have no wish to join Dauntless then they must be cast off and will not be allowed to see their children under any circumstances” He said, admittedly a bit harsh. He could stand to bend his own strict rules but he would not have outsiders or trespassers in his lands.

He closed his eyes then opened them, calm once more. “With that said, let the rite of election begin!”

There was still more to say; the moose gauntlet, his own rite of matrimony, but those could wait.