Let's Get Down To Business [Pack Meeting-ish]

Ah, good. It seemed that the years had indeed granted Pyralis responsibility. Apollo nodded approvingly as his littermate called for the working adult members of the pack. She seemed to be settling into her role as secondary alpha well, then. He was glad he had not spoken up to seek to challenge her attempt at the position despite his misgivings about her suitability, though he would not have hesitated to challenge one of the younger, less experience family members if they had tried to claim a rank with that much power behind it regardless of their particular personality. He may have been wary on a personal level of whether her personality would allow her to be a good leader, but he didn't doubt her high level of experience in the least, and Amon had approved of her as his second so that was enough. And perhaps it was the same perverse nature that made him concerned about Pyralis that made her so determined to do well despite her past shenanigans.

But being approving and all wasn't doing his job, which right now was to answer the Lead General's summons, so the phantom loped swiftly toward the call to join his littermate, and the small group gathering before her. Amon's elder two sons, and the flame-marked female he knew to be one of his own younger half-sisters. He seated himself among them, back straight and head high, tail curving along his paws and all set with that same military precision that always marked him. "Pyralis," he greeted gravely, nodding to her with sharp exactitude.