Rite Of Election

Legion was still doing his best to keep up with all this pack infrastructure stuff. He'd only just begun to learn the rules and now there were confusing ranks and elections to go with it. He didn't really know what to make of it all, but Tyranis clearly thought it was important so he supposed he should too, right? What didn't help was that he didn't know any of these wolves personally. He had no idea of their strengths or weaknesses or what they were even like personality wise. How was he supposed to make a calculated decision based on what they thought of themselves? He didn't see what else he was supposed to do so he scrutinized the nominees for a good minute while Aranea cast her vote.

"Naudir seems like a good choice for Chief Infantry Officer." He said with a fair amount of confidence. He'd never heard of this pack called Yfir, but he was envious of her birds and they seemed like they'd be useful for many things involving that particular rank. "Acere seems like a good choice for Chief Infantry Officer, but honestly this is a hard choice. I wouldn't mind seeing them spar it out." He doubted that would be an option, but it would have given him a clearer idea of who to choose after seeing them fight one another.

As for himself, well what was he good at? He could fight, his mother had at least made sure her children could do that, and he was a decent hunter too. Being a loner all his life had ensured that he at least knew how to feed himself, especially since he'd been a child prone to wandering. Really he just wanted Tyranis to tell him where he needed him and Legion was happy to do it. He'd already made two important decisions today, why did he have to make a third?

"I guess just place me as Infantry Officer?" He supposed if it didn't work out he always had hunting to fall back on.

"SPEAK"