Dancers and Highsteppers [Amos]

She couldn’t help feeling relieved that Amos had joined the pack. For one, it was nice to have someone closer to her age. For another, the pack needed ambitious wolves. He was ambitious, and in the same paw, cheerful about it.

There were several things mulling around in her head as she gazed down at the arrays of hides, sinew, sharp sticks, and furs. For one, there weren’t enough wolves left in the pack to launch a search party for any of those who had gone missing—her mother and brother among the missing.

Now that she was a yearling, she could go out and seek out wolves that were possible assets to the pack, for her father to evaluate. That was, in truth, a part of her duties as Future, and good practice for when she would be doing the evaluations herself.

She was planning to visit the Battlefield for the first time, but first, she had a spar to do with Amos. In fact… she huffed out a sigh, rising from the array of crafting items and giving them a glance over before calling for her cousin Paladin.

When he appeared through the mouth of the cave, inky brow-points lifting in pleasant inquiry, she asked, “I’m going to ask Amos to spar with me… want to be the Witness?”

Naturally the Cleric agreed, adding “Perhaps I’ll spar him as well, if he’s willing.”

The Future gave a toothy grin as she led the way out into the wooded hillside and further, out onto the plains and to the meeting place. She glanced around at the clear area, reminiscing that she should have gone through her first meeting long ago. She already had plans for the pack for when her father stepped down. A clean slate, a refresher of the laws, and maybe a few new ones, or replacements.

She shrugged off the thoughts for the time being, however, tilting her head back and calling for her first friend, inviting him to spar. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Paladin take a seat on the boulder, snowy forepaws crossed as he waited to watch.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think