Rite Of Election

Walk | "Talk" | Think
Seeing the wolves as they thought or mumbled among themselves, Aranea would stand gently and come closer to the group. She was beginning to not feel well and just wanted to get it over with and be about her day. An eye to Tyranis, her alpha and lover, and would speak as loud as she could but with little accomplishment.

"I'd like to vote for-" a quick turn of her head as she was holding back from the sickness growing in her belly, "Naudir as Intelligence." She seemed to have a great deal of knowledge coming from the pack she spoke of, of traders and raiders.

As for the two men, she had a hard time choosing that herself. They were both fine, strong looking men and in Aranea's opinion, that was all that mattered. Well kind of, but she was young and dumb and whatever else the youngin's were known for. Ashmedai had been involved in a winning war, and Acere seemed to have a little more experience despite his so-close but younger age. She had yet to meet any of these wolves... Only Storm and a glimpse of Cloudburst. So who was she to know anything? "And I'd like to vote Acere for Infantry."

She wouldn't even stick around ten more minutes before almost silently dismissing herself, "I really must excuse myself, I am sorry." Looking to Tyranis the whole time. He knew what was wrong with her and besides, she was beyond embarrassed at herself by now.

-Exit Aranea-